Ooogie's New Job

...CONTINUED FROM HERE

After Ooogie told me about getting fired from McDonald's for being too slow, I reached out to a few contacts and was able to help him find a new job - one more suited for his natural skills and talents!

Let's see how he's doing on his first day of work.

"Hi Ooogie!"

"Hiiiii Ajdiiiiiiin."

He is a crossing guard! This is the perfect job for him!

"Pleeeeeeease stoooooop youuuuuur veeeeehicle," he said, flipping to the stop sign.

I stopped my car to let everyone cross. (I guess summer school is in session.)

"Thank you Mr. Ooogie!"

"You're the best, Ooogie!"

"Mr. Ooogie is so cool!"

The kids all seem to love him. He has a beary important job, doesn't he?

"I looooove myyyy jooooob," Ooogie said.

When everyone had safely crossed the road, he flipped over the sign.

"Goooooo sloooooow," he said.

"Bye Ooogie! See you later," I said, as I drove away, slowly of course. I'm so happy for Ooogie! I think he will do much better in this job, don't you think?

I was relieved my friend Ooogie was doing much better, but later when I got home, I saw Miss Feathers in a frenzied state.

"THEY CAN'T FIRE ME...BECAUSE I QUIT!!!" she squawked.

"Miss Feathers, what's the matter?" I had never seen her so upset.

"All I ever tried to do was to make things faster, quicker, and MORE EFFICIENT," she huffed. "And what do I get for that? Fired! Are you kidding me?!"

She had crossed out "STOP" and "SLOW" on the traffic control sign and replaced them with "GO" and "FAST".

"They said I was too fast!" she continued. "Imagine that, harumph!"

"Hmm... Miss Feathers," I said gently, "have you ever thought about working someplace where it's a good thing to be fast? Perhaps... at McDonald's?"

Ooogie gets fired

This morning, I was looking for Ooogie but could not find him anywhere. Then I saw him -- or just his shell -- in the living room.

"Hello?" I said, tapping the shell gently. "Is anyone home?"

Ooogie stuck his head out, but he looked very sad.

"Oh, what's the matter?" I asked him.

"I wasssss fiiiiired," said Ooogie.

"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that!" I said. "From which job? I know you have several jobs."

"McDonaaaaald's," he replied.

"Oh hmm, I see." (I could kind of see why he was fired from McDonald's but I didn't say anything.)

"Well, don't worry about that. Humans get fired all the time! You've just got to find the right job for your skills and talents. And you have many!" I tried to encourage him.

"Buuuut whoooo waaaaaants to hiiiiiire sooooomeone sloooooow?" he replied.

"Ahh... hmm... now just give me a moment...." I tried to think of something, but nothing was coming to mind. There must be some type of job out there that is perfect for Ooogie... something... slow...

"AHA! I'VE GOT IT!" I said. "Ooogie, I think I have the perfect job for you!"

TO BE CONTINUED...

Drive-thru

Hey there! Guess where I am right now? I was really craving a Filet-O-Fish sandwich so I hopped in my car and now I'm on line at...

...McDonald's! Ah yes, a nice Filet-O-Fish sandwich and french fries and a milkshake sound really good right now.

But the only problem is that I've been waiting a reallyyyyy loooong time!

Isn't this supposed to be fast food? I am running out of patience.

I think I'll take a nap in my car while I'm waiting for someone to take my order.

After what seemed like 30 minutes later, someone finally came through the speaker.

"Heeeellooooooo aaaaaand weeeeeelcome toooooo McDoooonald's," said a familiar voice.

Huh? Wait a second... I know that voice!

TO BE CONTINUED...

TurtleTax

Hello everyone, today I am going to tell you about --

"Aaaaaajdin."  I was interrupted by Ooogie.

"Hello Ooogie," I said.

"Caaaaan youuuu heeeeeelp meeeeeee pleeeeease?" he asked.

"With what?"

"Myyyyyy taaaaaaxes," he said.

I looked at the calendar.

"Ooogie, today is April 16.  Taxes were due yesterday for us stuffies in the USA."

"I knooooooooow," he said, "buuuuut I'm sloooooow."

I thought for a moment, remembering what I had learned from last year's tax preparation.  "Well, that's alright," I said.  "You can file a Form 4868 for an extension to file.  Do you have a tax software program?"

"Ah, TurtleTax.  Yes, I am familiar with that program."

I put the TurtleTax CD into the computer.  Then we waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

It took such a beary long time to load that I had time to take a nap.

After some time, TurtleTax finally loaded onto the screen.

"Alright Ooogie," I said.  "I'll just start by entering your basic information here."

"Ooogie, did you receive any W-2s from last year?" I asked.

"Yesssssss," he answered.

"Ah that's right, you worked as Santa's helper over Christmas."

"Here's another question, Ooogie, and one that could get you some substantial tax benefits.  Did you own your own home in 2014?"

He pointed to his turtle shell.

"Ah yes, I guess that will do," I said.

After answering some more questions, we were finally done.

"Alright Ooogie, now we can file your tax return," I said.  I clicked on the e-file button but received an error message.

"Ooogie, this is strange - it must be a setting only on the TurtleTax edition.  We cannot e-file your tax return.  We have to print it out and mail it in.  It may take several weeks, or months, before you receive your refund.  Is that okay?"

"Thaaaaaat's fiiiiiiiine," he replied.  "I'm iiiiin noooooo hurryyyyyyy.  Thaaaaaank youuuuu Aaaaaajdiiin foooor heeeelping meeeee."

"No problem Ooogie!" I said.  "Now we can go relax and do something fun!"

Phew!  Are you glad your taxes are done?