The Dog Clic
Okay, so I've made it to the other side. Now what? I feel like my brain has just been cleared of about three garages full of clutter and the whole world looks different. Brighter somehow. But now I'm dealing with things the cat drug in while I was "out." A client called yesterday to tell me that the IRS just placed a levy on his bank account and he wants me to "do something!!!" Another has an IRS exam scheduled for tomorrow morning which I will attend on bahalf of the client, and yet another client has been patiently waiting for the end of tax season so I could crunch some numbers for a "big" deal they're doing. But at least I can go home at a reasonable time tonight. I'm just lacking motivation.Work related posts may now come to an end. :-)
Last week, while operating in overdrive and a little emotionally frayed, I was perusing my friends' blogs for relief and came upon a story that brought tears to my eyes, but in a good way. We need a good cry once in awhile, right? I mean, I cried when Brian and Jennifer lost their Golden Retriever, Carla, but this act of kindness really caught me off guard. While reading it, big tears welled up and rolled down my cheeks, and just as I was writing the words "I hope nobody comes in my office right now," someone did. Fortunately, it was one of my "dog friends" and I quickly assured her that I was okay, but shared with her why I was crying and she immediately started crying too. And she doesn't even "know" Brian or Jennifer or Carla or Don. But then, neither do I, really. So there we were, crying, in my office, when another of our "dog friends" stopped by (this was around dinner time when we take a bit of a break to eat and wander around checking on people). And then there were three, in my office, crying, over a dog that none of us ever had a chance to meet in real life.
I realized then that my friends here at the office are all part of a clic...of dog people. I always hated clics in high school. Hated them! Partly because I never fit into one. Well, I was nominated for Homecoming Queen by the Key Club, so at least I had that going for me. In other words, I had friends that some might have referred to as a clic (many of the Key Club members were also members of the Chess Club, so we did stick together), but we weren't exactly part of any of the popular clics. Which, looking back, is more than fine by me. But now, I run with The Dog Clic and it felt good to let out a few tears among friends. We're sponsoring a table again this year at the Fur Ball, to raise money for our furry friends (cats too, if we must ;-). And we're working on a "Take Your Dog To Work Day." Yes, we're all accountants, but the dogs are the tie that binds. Other clics include The Golfers (there's one in every professional organization, isn't there?), The Hunters, The Poker Club, The Tennis Club, The Bible Study, The Toastmasters and The Wine Club. Similar to high school, there's a small sampling of Aggies and Jocks, but thankfully, no "Popular People" or "Stoners." Every school had these, right?
Dogs Rule! ;-)
Labels: An Accountant's Life, The Animals
posted by Gwynne @ 1:38 PM
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Send me your mailing address and I'll send you a post card that is a little more light hearted Gwynne. :-)
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Tell your co workers too. No sense in leaving them out...:-)
Don West
If I'd had occasion to see three accountants crying in the office the week before April 15th, I would certainly not have guessed this as the cause.
It is a dog-person thing. I have the same problem. I was very concerned about Smokey (and your husband) when he got hurt, and much relieved when the update came. It was the only thing I actively looked for on the Internet while we were on vacation.
Bummer, Gwynne!?
No "Stoners" club at your CPA firm?
Opportunity missed, methinks, on a whole loaded slice of customers.
Whole lot of sentences that can't be finished with the phrases, "...sticking it to the man" and "..E Cannibus Unum".
Questions as to deductibility of munchies, Miracle-Grow, and fluorescent lighting? Can't be heard or be answered.
Really casual Fridays? Nope, not possible.
You may need to re-consider the possibilities; I think you may have some reformed "Stoners" lurking in that Wine Club. If you hear a Wine Clubber going on and on about soil properties, check out to see if there's a telltale sign of a ponytail peeking out from underneath the coiffed grey.
Dogs rule! Cats drool. :D
We are currently dog sitting my parent's and my sister's dog, so we're up to 4 shelties running around, ranging from teeny (sister's 10 week old puppy) to "small pony" size. (No one's sure what's up with Duke. He's just big.) It's a happy place.
Wanna come play?
Awesome story, Gwynne.
I want to join your clic! Like Beth said - Dogs RULE!
Don, I'm on my way. :-)
Brian, I appreciate your concern for Smokey! And you're right, that's not the first thing that comes to mind as the cause of crying at the office. ;-)
Darko, I'm sure there are CPA firms in CA that cater to the clientele you're referring to, but we are not one of them. ;-)
Beth, that sounds like fun! My dad's shelty is also "small pony sized" (60 pounds!) and sweet as can be. You, Janie, and Rach are obviously already members of the Dog Clic. ;-)
I'm sorry we made you all cry!
I realized after reading this that being a puppy raiser for Canine Companions is like belonging to the really big dog clic. I'd never thought of it like that before, but it's true!
I'm part of the "Head Down" non-clique. That's for the people who don't have time to waste wandering the aisles of cubicles laughing loudly and socialising.
My move to a cubicle wedged in with the hotline people has been an eye opener. Their cubicles are all very tidy, decorated with stylish lamps and lots of cartoon action figures. I commented to my boss that I feel like a blight on the neighborhood, what with my coffee-ringed hex dumps and piles of technical manuals spread across my workspace. He just grinned and noted that we [developers] must be spending our time wisely for the hotline folks to have so much time on their hands for interior decorating.
Foo, we have those people in my office also, and I often wonder where they find the time to decorate. I am thankful not to be working in a cubicle because the noise (of laughter and socializing) would drive me nuts if I was actually in the mood to work. Even in my office, I've been known to slam the door shut when people congregate outside my door chatting...thank God for a door...I do realize I'm very fortunate to have one.
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