Its 5:45 am and the clock radio kicks on some obnoxious music. I (Colin) intentionally chose a station that plays music I don’t like to motivate me to get out of bed and turn it off. Tracie is hearing impaired, so she sleeps right through it. It’s March 1 and the rally to April 17th will continue at Clearpath Accountants.
First, feed the dog, (I always forget the cat), then to the shower. I find I do some of my best creative thinking in the shower. Sort of clears my head and waves of ideas just flow into the vacancy created at the beginning of the day. Now if I could just remember to rinse the conditioner out of my hair before I turn off the water.
I open the shower door to see the cat looking at me. You see I am supposed to feed the cat before I shower and when I forget, she appears to remind me that she exists.
Tracie tries to pick the clothing I wear as I am color blind and tend to look like an orphan if I pick out my own clothes. If you happen by the office and the first thing that comes to mind when you see me is “I would not have worn that shirt with those pants” you will know I dressed myself.
Kiss the wife and pet the dog and I am out the door at 6:10 am. Sometimes I kiss the dog and pet the wife and the cat goes hungry.
I like to be the first one in the office and plan out the day. Email is such a big part of what we all do now and tends to dominate the first hour. Is there anything on the groups to which I belong on LinkedIn that require I take action now? Did anyone comment on my posts, and if so what did they say, and who are they? I check the emails that our spam blocker stopped to be sure no one was stopped that should be whitelisted. Whitelisted, now there is a term that we did not have in our electronic vocabulary 15 years ago.
Others filter in and the day flies by until the late afternoon when I diligently try to respond to any voice mails that I have not already addressed. They, too, are in my email. They can even follow me to the ends of the world on my smart phone.
Somewhere between 8 to 8:30 PM the work day comes to an end, and I contemplate the musical selection for the trip home. Perhaps some Eric Clapton today would soothe me on the ride. Tracie often works late at the clinic so we get home at about the same time. Feed the dog. Oh yeah, the cat….
Watch a little news and hit the sack. Before you know it the radio is playing and I wonder, is that Sonny and Cher?
Back in 2001, the Avalanche was making their run to the Stanley Cup and a reporter asked Raymond Bourke how the players handled the grind of the playoffs. His response both shocked and inspired me. He said their routine was much like that of an accountant during tax season, facing the challenge one day at a time. Now if I just had his slap shot.