Bald Girl Eats Another Filet-O-Fish

WOW!  A new realization...you know it is bad when you feel another handful of hair falling out and the filet-o-fish craving all at the same time coincidentally coinciding with my trip to the accountant's office this morning.  Seriously, by Christmas, I may be bald...stress = loss of hair for me and now apparently, I crave filet-o-fish sandwiches as well.  Don't worry all of you who are beginning to cheer me on for this 1/2 marathon...I'll somehow get the cravings turned around into time on the treadmill!

So yesterday I thought my little run-in with the dumpster company was stressful, but today...who knew that filing your quarterlies and paying your quarterlies weren't the same thing...apparently Keith paid the 1st quarter taxes but didn't mail in the report...just got my letter from the IRS..yes, in November.  Anyhow, problem was easy to solve there, BUT as usual being at the accountant's office usually brings up a whole host of other fires to put out...all of which I can usually extinguish but it takes a lot of time to locate all of the fire retardant!

Since my experience with the waste company (hereas known as the WC) was so delightful yesterday...I will share:

Betsy:  When you delivered our dumpster there was already quite a bit of trash in it.
WC Salesperson:  Well, it is good that you called, I underestimated your cost for the dumpster because of the weight you are putting in it. 
Betsy:  What do I do with the trash that is already in the dumpster?  We don't have room for it when we put all of our trash in it.
WC Salesperson:  You'll have to talk with my manager as he says there was no trash in that dumpster when it was delivered.
Betsy:  Now about the cost...you gave me a bid...
WC Salesperson:  This time we won't charge you more, next time the cost will be double.

Betsy:  I'm calling to talk with the manager about the trash that WAS IN the dumpster when it was delivered to me.
WC Secretary to Manager:  Are you the book lady?  (So apparently word gets around)
Betsy: Yep.  And the trash was in the dumpster when it arrived...how do we know this...it was stuck to the bottom of the receptacle, my manager had to peel it out of there, it is completely full of mold and the trash has a Burlington Street address which when we looked it up shows a sorority house.  We really doubt the sorority gals were out at our warehouse dumping their trash.
WC Secretary:  Just leave the trash next to the dumpster.

Oh delightful...here ends another day with the Unexpected Entrepreneur...I must go in search of more fire retardant.