Got an email from my old supervisor, “Freda,” last week. We’ve been keeping in touch off and on since I left last summer, so I know the lady who replaced me left at the end of the year.
Apparently the lady who replaced her is in the hospital, they’re not sure when she’ll be back, and when Freda went to get some of her work to do, she discovered a much larger backlog than she was expecting. Seems the lady who replaced me was already getting behind when she left, and the lady who replaced her is not very quick and is getting even behinder.
So now they’re having something of a panic, because the taxes are coming due and the clients are all calling to set up their appointments, and the 2015 taxes can’t be done because the accounting hasn’t been done, and even if they wanted to hire someone else they don’t have time to train anyone.
Freda emailed me to ask if I would consider coming in on a weekend or evening to help them get caught up. I didn’t have any plans this weekend and I like money, so I went in Saturday and we made a decent dent in the pile.
It was actually kind of nice. It was just the two of us, so nobody was interrupting us and I could listen to my music while I worked. Freda said she was going to pay me even more than my prior hourly rate, and kept expressing how grateful she was to have me there. I’ll probably go in one or two evenings next week, as well (because I like money). I feel like a rock star, swooping in and doing the interesting parts of the job and then leaving the filing and scanning to someone else.