Where is everyone?

Mrs Verc has been walking around the house in circles for an hour talking about what an idiot she is for caring about sports and what a dumbass I am for getting her into it.
 
Mrs Verc didn't care about sports at all when I started dating her her. At all. And this was in mid September 1991. I knew she might be a keeper when only a few weeks later she was heavily indulgent about letting me devote weeks of my life to the 1991 baseball playoffs. She let me go away and be despondent for days over the 91 World Series. And now sports makes her hate herself too. I'm kinda proud; kinda guilty.
 
My wife hooked me when, shortly after I met her in the fall of '98, she called me up with tickets to UT v Alabama. One Peerless Price return for a TD later, she had me.

Still not sure what she's doing with a bum like me.
 
Mrs Verc made it about six or seven years in public accounting before she had to get out. Tax season is no way to live 25 percent of your life.

It truly is not.

The other 75% is great, the pay is great, I've been rapidly fast tracked/promoted/etc..

And still it's just not worth it
 
It truly is not.

The other 75% is great, the pay is great, I've been rapidly fast tracked/promoted/etc..

And still it's just not worth it

She was the same way. She made great money; her bosses loved her; she enjoyed almost everything about it most of the time. And then tax season came along every year and destroyed her. I remember her walking in the door from work about 10 o'clock one Saturday night in March or April when some friends and I were sitting there drinking beer and saying something like, "I'm not going to make anywhere near as much money but I don't care. I can't do this anymore." And she started looking as soon as tax season was over. I don't think she's ever regretted it at all.
 
I turned down (probably foolishly) a position with the grizzlies due to a substantial pay cut. There's no way in hell in going to be a PE teacher (no offense if that's anyone's gig).
 

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