Andrea Carr

too many emails!

thinking of setting my auto-reply to “i have explosive diarrhea”

is it a domestic trust?

no, it’s a feral trust

my self care is making a list of people i’m grateful aren’t my clients

current status: it’s like i’m playing jenga in a windstorm

i’m fine

im am very thankful for all the people in that room, who knew i was a cpa, and didn't tell the guy i was a cpa because he was "looking for a cpa to dramatically decrease his tax liability"

funny story: at a christmas party, i overheard someone loudly proclaim how much they paid in taxes, as though it was some astronomical sum. i looked around the room at about 20 people and realized that person probably paid the least amount in taxes of anyone in that room.

at least your client didn't use "buttface67" as your username to have 3rd party access to an online account

the screams are part of the tax season experience

i know its tax season because i almost started yelling at the rain this morning to STOP!

i also just called my printer an asshole to its input tray

im fine. the printer is fine.

im very busy and i dont have the time, but some rando on the internet posted a personal financial planning question and he's getting a bunch of bad answers and I NEED TO CORRECT THE INTERNET

every time someone says "no pressure", i feel the gravitational collapse of a dying star

my soul audibly groans when someone says "just to let you know"

my current aura is a flickering porch light about to extinguish at any moment

im fine

i die a little inside every time someone says "quick question"

im fine

😉

i’m constantly thinking of my reasonable cause excuse

for what penalty? idk, but i’ll have reasonable cause for abatement if i need it

someone just called me pretty

no, wait, nevermind, they called me “petty” and that tracks

nobody ever tells you that if you end up being really good at your job, you end up doing A LOT of your job

im just a girl sitting in front of her computer asking the IRS to force brokerage forms to standardize their consolidated 1099 reporting

no one ever asks you to prove explosive diarrhea

i told my 9 y/o son if he ever feels uncomfortable and wants to leave a situation asap to say deadpan “i have explosive diarrhea” and leave quickly

YOLO, hit reply all with a unchecked chatgpt answer and see what happens

AI isn’t stealing my job, i’ll gladly hand it over

ur never too old to hide in a bathroom

i think #8

every year i descend into tax season like dante entering the dark wood, except instead of virgil I have a half‑charged laptop and a client who says “I think I uploaded it?”

i did eat a jin dui and i think pooping sesame seeds brings me luck

i tried to take a deep breath

the deep breath asked for an extension

it’s the year of the horse!

in honor of the year of the horse i will violently kick anyone who interrupts snack time

im fine. they’re not, but im fine.