My MiSTEAK

As some of you may know I am girl of many flavors. I like to scrap and cook and sleep and eat and even clean occasionally. I enjoy wearing the color pink and while I love love love to shop I hate hate hate trying on clothes and paying for them. I also have a few secrets that hardly anyone knows and I am somewhat bipolar when it comes to my moods and personality. But there is one small thing that is the same about me. It is my dislike of numbers. I guess I should be more specific. I love a number that has a dollar $ign in front followed by a one and lots of zeros. Even better if that number belongs to me. I can add and subtract and multiply fairly well in my head (without using my fingers either) and I can mostly tell what time it is throughout the day. (I had a watch that had no numbers on it and was constantly confused between the 4:00 and 5:00 time period.)That describes my love relationship with numbers. The hate part has a lot to do with the fact that I usually don't have a lot of $money numbers in my life. Or that I get a bill with a one and lots of zeros and a $ sign and a due date. And being unemployed for the last six weeks has done me no good in the number department. I thought all of my negative feelings towards numbers would change today as I started a new job at an accounting office...I am working for the 1st counselor is our ward bishopric during tax season. I was super wrong. All morning I stared at papers and letters and forms and computer screens full of numbers. I got more confused throughout the morning and by the time I looked at the clock (with no numbers!) my head was sore from all my work. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get going in the office answering phones and taking messages and making labels. I was back in the zone and liking it. But then came the tax forms....and the returns...and the payroll binders. I just lost it. Of course I kept my composure and tried to smile. This was going to be hard work! I have not done hard work in a very long time. And at the end of the day when I told some of the accountants that I must have made a mistake in taking this job, all they did was echo the word Steak Steak Steak through the office and had a good laugh. Did they not get that I was being serious? I would never joke about my hate of numbers and especially never in the same sentence as the word steak! So here I sit and contemplate my future at the tax office and wonder if there is a quicker way to get 9 months pregnant that waiting 9 months!! Ahhh wish my luck. I am not sure if I can come out of this one alive!!!!!