I got a promotion and raise in early May (yay me!). I filed a new W-4 withholding form, seeking to have an additional $250 per month withheld for federal taxes (it’s a long story about why I do it that way; just go with it). I received my May paycheck on the June 1, expecting to see an increase in the net despite the additional withholding. Nay, nay! Turns out that Payroll withheld an extra $250 in federal taxes and an extra $250 in state taxes. I didn’t ask them to change the state withholding; they said I didn’t specify that I only wanted federal withholding changed. So my check is $250 short. Yeah, I’ll get that money back from the state next February when I file my state income tax form but I really need it now!
Damn, damn, damn. Have I mentioned I hate government forms?
I arranged a “lunch and learn” with a vendor’s Territory Manager last month, specifically to get at least one person from each department there for information about a new product launch and for them to get the new information to the rest of the people in their departments. So today, I overhear someone from one of those said departments (of which their supervisor attended the meeting) selling the completely wrong thing (a refill that won’t fit into customer’s old refillable item) to someone, and also explaining it as the completely wrong thing. It was so egregious I had to run out there and stop the transaction before the woman took the refill home and tried to screw it into her old holder that won’t fit.
Ugh, reminds me of the time I spent a good chunk of a morning explaining to one of our customer service reps why the customer couldn’t purchase new spin-on units for use in their old assembly, which used drop-in units. :smack:
I’m also making Christmas presents. I give pulled and drawn bookmarks to people. I love it when I see one I’ve made and its worn and dirty, that means that they are being used. However, now that e-readers are so popular, I need to come up with something else.
I’ve never been in a Hobby Lobby either. Not because I’m boycotting them, but because I’ve heard that they don’t have the specialized threads and fabrics that I use. Their hours are too inconvenient for me to bother to go and look for myself.
We were able to go to work yesterday and the ground floor smells like mildew. We work up higher, but we are rather worried that the building will be condemned.
As of now, I’m done seeing movies in theatres. Why? Because people just won’t. Shut. UP! How can you be unable to be silent for two fucking hours? Why must you fill every scene change with your inane chatter? It was San Andreas for fuck’s sake, there’s nothing mentally taxing going on that should be confusing you. JUST SHUT YOUR FESTERING PUS-FILLED NOISE HOLES!!!
Yuck. One of my Facebook friends posted a Minion meme where the text was a fart joke.
Oh well, if Minions pictures were my biggest complaint about life, I’d be pretty happy.
Standing at the cash register, with half the contents of your purse spread over the counter, slowly re-assembling it while arguing with the young lady about a fucking NICKEL on your $58 bill (which it doesn’t sound like you were leaving a tip on), while someone is waiting behind you is incredibly selfish, unaware, rude and inconsiderate not just to the person behind you, but to the cashier.
So please, continue your inconsolable wailing about how rude I was an how I could have been nicer to you.
You self absorbed little piece of shit.
(After clearing my throat twice in about 4 minutes, I finally just came out and asked “Ma’am, are you going to be done soon so I can pay my bill and leave?”)
I posted a thread regarding my cat sometimes peeing outside her litter box. Several folks have offered helpful advice that I’m super grateful for, but I was… I dunno, I was really really hoping someone would come in with the Holy Grail of answers, and that would totally solve the problem right away.
You know, I’m really, really happy for you - you checked out a library book! Go you, and go literacy!! I hope you enjoyed it - I really do.
I would have too, you see, if you could have kept that gaping maw of yours closed while you read it while eating! I do NOT enjoy turning a page and having a whole bunch of crumbs from lord knows what tumble out from the pages - especially when I’m reading in bed. Nor do I enjoy having to separate pages by PEELING THEM APART because you couldn’t keep your fucking marinara sauce somewhere between the fork and your fucking mouth and not on the pages. But, shit happens - I understand - someone could have jostled you while you were trying to grasp the fine motor skills displayed by two year olds and reading while eating - but then WIPE IT UP! Don’t leave a big fucking blob of sauce on the pages and then turn them!
I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and say you were probably eating chocolate when I saw the brown finger print smears on one page - at least, God help me, I’m going to try.
These are LIBRARY BOOKS - they are designed to be read by you and then OTHER PEOPLE. Had I wanted to share fucking dinner with you, I would have - I certainly don’t want to do it now. Clean up your fucking act and your fucking fingers and your fucking fork to mouth skills or stay out of the fucking library!
How hard is this?
What pisses me off even more is that this is a New Release - and I will get to tell the librarian just how bad this one is when I return it. Then my friendly librarian is going to be all pissed off and have a bad day. I know these things - my daughter is one. And this is one of her pet peeves - general assholes who don’t respect library property being another. And don’t get either of us started on the condition the DVD’s come back in.
