For the second time in two days, I've woke up to the dog barking at clients at the door. Literally. The ones today, who I scheduled for 2pm so I could get a decent nights rest, didn't mind when I asked if they minded if I was in my pjs. I' loving my clients but I just don't want to look at their taxes anymore. What I was dreaming when the dog started barking? I was composing an email to clients that I want to put on extension, mostly because I think they won't mind and I already know they won't owe.
At least I got 8 hours sleep.
At least I got 8 hours sleep.
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