Taxes and x-rays and stuff.

Filing taxes is quite the roller coaster ride of emotions. I happen to use TurboTax (who doesn't right?) and I kind of love/hate the boxes at the top that tell you how much money you'll be getting on your return. Every time that amount goes down I want to scream and ctrl-Z the last move I made. Every time the amount goes up my heart skips a beat and I smile to myself while feeling like I'm somehow tricking the government into giving me free money. What's more is that at the end when they show how much I was originally eligible for and how much that differs from the amount I'm actually getting back, I come this close to hiring a professional to make them give me all that money. I read all the links about why I'm not receiving as much as I could and I never understand what the heck the jibber jabber is, which is probably a sign that I actually do deserve that money. But I just proceed to feel so ripped off afterwards even though I'm still expecting a check that will double the amount in our bank account currently. The whole concept of a tax return is just odd. I can't even adequately express.

So now that I have a fat check coming my way, does this mean I get to buy a digital piano? I'd like to think so, yes. But then I remember that I'm a responsible adult with a husband and a car loan and education to pay for. Alas, the digital piano will come in due time. 

So if you aren't asleep yet, because I know how exciting it is to discuss finances, I would like to share a triumph with ya'all (Ew, sick. Did she just say ya'all?)

See these bad boys?

Basically, I'm an x-ray taking machine. Or maybe it's just that I can properly operate the machines that take x-rays. Either way, it was the most wonderfully accomplished feeling to have 6 out of 7 x-rays from my very first set turn out. Don't worry, these were x-rays of my coworker and not a patient. But later that day the Dr. needed x-rays of a new patient and I was brave and said I'd do them. Guess what? They turned out too. 

Do I like my new job? Yes. 

Is it super busy and mind boggling? Yes.

Did I fall asleep on the couch at 8 last night? Yes.

Do I get three-day weekends? YES! Happy weekend to me.