The assistant is out today, on account of a stomach bug. The Mexican chick that she is friends with in the office suspects that A is pregnant. That's just what I need: her to take a maternity leave right before the end of the year/end of the tax season. That would just make things super for me. She's thinking of leaving anyway, so maybe we could just cut her then ... I know that she was supposed to have some interview with the UNLV accounting department to try and work something out about starting her Masters. I tell you that for as smart as she is I wouldn't want her limited command of English to be preparing my taxes and reading updates to the tax code. I know she had some hot shit job in Ecuador, but here in el Norte she's just another Latina who needs to take ESL before she gets the respect she deserves in the way of pay scale. That's just the way it is.

On the plus side her absence has made my office significantly devoid of Spanish baby talk, which I am pleased as punch about. I can't stand that shit. I also don't have to hear her damn cell phone ringing every half hour, which means my Schumann pieces can be heard in relative tranquility. That's nice.
  ¶ 12:50 PM