Thursday, October 15, 2009
Entry 062 | Sweaters and Taxes
Talking to the H&R block lady for 2 hours today about my new foray into the wonderful world of freelance, brought me back to nights of endless math with dad. When I was a kid, my dad used to keep me up way past my bedtime until I got all 50 of his math problems correct. One slight mistake and 50 new ones appeared underneath my sleepy drool as I struggled to pry my shutting eyes open. My mom would plead him to let me go to sleep but he showed no mercy. Not that Judy, the tax specialist was giving me math problems but just trying to follow along as she whipped out percentages and expense estimations was enough to make my back arch with intimidation and unease. Judy was more patient with me and answered my same questions 5 times over and then the 6th time when I asked it again 10 minutes later. I hate math. And I hate figuring out taxes. But I guess it's all apart of being an adult. And as a part of being an adult, I allowed myself to go to the GAP and buy myself a sweater afterward.
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i used to stay up til the wee hours with my dad in the 3rd grade trying to figure out word problems. only problem was, the word problems were in english and his english was worse than mine. we would go through some crazy ass calculations for hours on one problem and work through the entire sheet that way. i would go to school the next day only to find out they were all wrong. every single one.
ReplyDeletei like the part about you buying a sweater from the gap though.
our dads should be friends
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