Mostly about half dead

When I walked out of the service center at eight-thirty this evening, I had 66.9 hours on my timesheet, and I’d worked 2,931 erroneous 1040s and 406 erroneous 1040As over the seven days of this week—a fraction over 50 1040s an hour and 75 1040As an hour, with a 93%-plus accuracy rate.  (Point of information:  an erroneous return, as often as not, has more than one error in it.  One mistake tends to lead to a cascade of others, since many amounts on the return are dependent on calculations done elsewhere.)  For the majority of you who’ve never worked on tax returns this way, I’m told those are remarkable production numbers for a new-hire, and more like the kind and amount of work expected of a second or third-year returnee.

And although I ought to be in working tomorrow, building up credit hours I can use instead of having to take leave time on Friday when I go to visit Moon, I’m simply too dispirited and too tired to do it.  I intend to stay home, maybe go to the Pecan Street Festival for a bit if I get to feeling less ennui (T will be working in a food booth down there, with her church youth group).  I need to get out the mower and hack down the onions and the jonquils as well; both are over with, the jonquils have wilted and the onions have gone to seed.