I..... am..... a..... FREAKING.....
I can't even say it.
I know. I know, it's terrible. It's depressing. It's something I never EVER wanted for myself. It was bad enough about a month after I started when one of the accountants made a joke that I was a "Juniour Accountant", apparently because I do most of the data entry around here and that's what those sad souls do. And now I am a sad soul! Even worse, a sad soul who just prepared someone's tax return.
Well, this is it for me. This is the end. I have no other choice but to follow this path for the rest of my life. Maybe this is how people become accountants in the first place? They start off trying to make ends meet between school and more school or between school and figuring out what to do with their lives and get jobs as receptionists in an accounting office. Then slowly more work and responsibility is given to them. First the phones, faxes, letters. Then assembling tax returns to be sent out. Then filling in the T7DR(A) (yes, it KILLS me that I know what that is) for the client. Then data entry. Then when things are really busy, helping out and doing one of the really easy tax returns, where all you have to do is fill in the blanks from the T4 (this is where I am now). Then slowly, slowly, more work is put on your desk. Returns that are slightly more complicated. That have one or two calculations necessary. Until YOU ARE ENROLLING IN AN ACCOUNTING COURSE SO THAT YOU CAN MOVE UP IN YOUR FIRM. (Dum dum DUMMMMMMMMM)