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After this week I will be the only one left at my centre still helping out the community fill in their tax returns. That is of those who still are looking for help. September has been a pretty damn quiet month. Sure, I never really took any appointments down for myself, always scheduling them in for days I won't be in, but it has still been quiet. Two weeks ago I would have taken close to an hour filling in one single return. Yesterday it took me forty minutes for a couple. I'm still not sure if what I'm doing in the forms is correct, but it doesn't matter me one bit, they've signed disclaimers. I'm just hoping there isn't some mad rush as the deadline draws closer. Halloween. October 31st.
In my shaky little office there is a phone that cannot make calls to numbers greater than eight digits. If there was a ninth the phone would squawk and I would slam down the handset waiting for silence. Someone else gets charged for the calls I make, with this in mind I can make phone calls I normally wouldn't at home. I rang around trying to remember the number I saw one early late show morning about getting onto Catch Phrase. Last week I thought I had the number wrong, turns out I just called the producers of the station and the guy's response led me to try a few different combinations of the phone number. I think I was calling a few fax lines. The girl who picked up yesterday was very nice and had a pleasant voice.
Silence—except for that of the pen and paper cutting—drowns out the office once I start giving those little boxes on the forms residents.
Saturday, 29 September 2001 - 04:05
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