My huband has come home and informed me that this bill stems from the IRS being stupid. We paid the original tax bill by credit card and the IRS was too dumb to figure out how to accept the payment even though credit card is accepted method of payment according to their own website. So we now to have to call them, fax them copies of document records and wait for them to get their act together.
We don’t owe the money. The IRS did not take the money from our credit card.
I’m relieved. But I’m also scared the government won’t be able to figure out how to get the money from us. I’d hoped the American federal government was more competent but apparently not. I don’t want to get penalized or arrested for non-payment of taxes.
As a fan of Limited Government, I’m relieved that they’re not more competent. If they decide to wage war on our personal liberties, or break into a hotel room (at the Watergate), or cover it up, they’ll screw it up!
That’s my answer to “The Big Evil Gummint was behind 9/11!”… No, and you know what my proof is?: It Worked.
But you’re just lucky they’re not coming after you with cuffs, after debiting your card a couple of times…
July 16. I doubt I’ll get tickets. It’s cool though, because I saw them in Baltimore last year and it was AWESOME. I just wanted to see them again.
Current rant: Hey Asshole coming off the highway off-ramp - that’s a fucking YIELD sign, which means you fucking YIELD to the traffic on the road, and then you SHOULDER CHECK before moving into the lane on the road. It doesn’t mean you DON’T yield and DON’T shoulder check and damn near hit us. Moron.
Now where and how is flatlined? Has anybody PM’d her?
My newish job is getting progressively more ridiculous. My boss is a complete control freak. The latest thing is she bitched out the other social worker for… ready for this… answering my job-related questions. My coworker and I are no longer allowed to talk to one another about work unless we schedule time to sit down… because my boss must know exactly what I’m ‘‘struggling with’’ at all times. In case you’re wondering about these monumentous issues, the conversations are along the lines of ''Where do we put those green folders?" and “How do you get to the hospital from here?”
We also can’t ask any of the volunteers for help. Any question I have, any need I have, must go through her. And when we make a request she basically puts it lowest on the priority list until we can’t even do our jobs. I can’t even write a goddamn letter without getting grilled about the type of envelope I used-and I’m required to show her all drafts, and she makes shitty changes that in my opinion sound a lot worse. I spend half my day waiting around for her to be available so I can move onto the next phase.
She’s harder on my coworker, who has been there for a year. The other day my boss left a message on her desk chastising her for not pushing in her chair when she left work. And my bosses desk is a complete mess. I can’t even describe how badly I want to punch her in the face on a regular basis.
I wanted to apply to grant writing positions only, but at this point I’m willing to do any social work job and take a significant pay cut just to get away from this batshit insane woman.
This is what pisses me off about the current job market. Employees are utterly powerless. I have to smile and swallow her shit until I find another job, which could take months. I feel like a little kid again, stuck doing what crazy adults say until I can muster the courage to run away from home.
Damn, olivesmarch4th, that really sucks. Social work is a difficult enough field emotionally without having ControlFreakFromHell as your boss. Does she have a supervisor, or is she top of the food chain? She is making you waste your time and that’s not good. Not to mention driving you insane.
She is the Executive Director and oversees two employees and a handful of volunteers. The only tier above her is the Board of Directors. When I quit, I am very seriously considering writing a letter to the board. It’s a bridge I can afford to burn since my career will most likely be forged in a different state.
I can’t do my job like this. Like, I literally can’t complete the tasks she expects with these rules in place. Also she is completely inconsistent with what she wants, insisting later that she never told me to do X, when she told me exactly to do X, and asking why I didn’t do Y and Z, when in another instance she would be angry if I did Y and Z.
Fuck I hate her. And it really bothers me to hate someone. I don’t like the person I’m becoming in that environment.
It reminds me of something from work. A client who is on public assistance recently received a letter that the state accidentally overpaid her and now she has to cough up $500 before she can receive food stamps. She can’t even afford toilet paper, and the person she is living with just gave her 30 days notice. It’s like they’re actively trying to keep people down.
I am really, REALLY sorry that I worried people. And even more sorry that I don’t have a good story to tell. My power went out and I hit Submit Reply instead of closing out.
The power problems affected my server and my internet was down until I got home this evening. I’m really sorry.
There is good news on the fire front. While its only 30% contained, until the wind started today, they had it burning towards cleared land. Its really smoky tonight, visibility is down to about 10 miles. Some people are being allowed back to their homes and fire fighters are being shifted to other fires. Only 6 structures burned and a handful of non-life threatening injuries. GO HOTSHOTS!!!
Tony is going to take care of the cats while I’m gone this weekend. He came over this evening to get the diet/med instructions. I know that Tony used to shoot speed, so I always feel silly explaining to him how to fill the syringe and all. We do this every time I go away, on Tony’s request. We have our routines, afterall.
I tried to convince Steve (feral cat who likes the gooshyfood cage) that he should leave. He refused to leave the cage. When I slapped the cage with my gloved hand, he wouldn’t run out the door and climbed up to the top level. I opened the top door, and considered reaching in to try to scare him down, but he hissed at me and showed me his claws.
I might do stupid things at times, but I’m not a stupid person. Steve can stay in the gooshyfood cage as long as he wants. Moving him to Texas will be “interesting”. Flipping cats, I just know that someone has tattooed SUCKER on my forehead in colors that only cats can see. And dogs. And parrots.
Joy. I just discovered when they replaced my battery they broke the feed from the wiper fluid jug to the wipers. They jerry rigged something because it was a repair they busted (I have no clue, the car was that way when I got it and I got it second hand) so it works now but I’m still not pleased.
Between work and this I am a cranky Flutterby. Maybe I should grab a beer and watch a movie right now. Or just go to bed.
Jeep’s Phoenix : I was looking at Crowded House and Lush on Ebay to start. I’d also buy Dire Straits, The Police, Bruce Springsteen, and Bonnie Raitt. Older stuff will do but it does have to be rock, because I hate country and am not a big rap fan.
What, Chimera’s rl isn’t fucked up enough for the doc? Man, now that things were looking good on the job front! Those don’t sound like happy pills so much as “efryzin haaaas funny coooooOOOOOoolors buuuuuut Iiiiii doooon’t feel s’ good…” pills.
OK, I know you’re not working for Sturmtruppenfuhrer José Mari because 1, he’s a guy, and 2nd, his wife wears the pants (and probably the shorts with the slit in the front) and she’d kill him extremely slowly if he tried to move so far…
wait a minute…
are you sure it’s not José Mari in drag? Hey guys, is anybody sure we still have Sturmtruppenfuhrer José Mari back home? Have you checked with his wife?
(He’s not my current boss, but on the day he became our shift leader, he called us in and informed us that we were not allowed to talk to each other about anything not work related, that anything work related had to go through him, and that we were not to speak unless spoken to. Suddenly the part-time worker, full-time student became terribly motivated to finish his schooling and the rest of us to find a better job…)
And if she’s not in drag and is a tiny blonde who speaks English like a sparrow square dances, it might be Sheboss from the Scottish job. The one who prompted the line “damn it, why can’t she go back on vacation and let us work?!”
ETA: flatlined, I can’t speak for everybody else, but my money was on what happened and I’m glad you’re all right