Call them. Escalate until it’s fixed.
Music starts aroud 2:15 but you really should watch the whole thing if you have never seen it before.
And no. That 5 minutes will be completely non-refundable.
You’re welcome. 
Yeah, my credit union was really good about stuff like that. I switched last year, though, after having an account with them since I was a baby, due to a particularly heinous loan officer who seemed to actually take delight in denying my request, by being as sarcastic and patronizing as possible, and scolding me for wasting her time.
Maybe I should just start burying my money in my backyard, from now on! 
This made me laugh my ass off. 
I carry dog pepper spray with me whenever I go for a walk in my neighbourhood, too - for some unknown reason, people here have no concept of the local bylaws regarding dogs - they think they can have them off-leash all over the place. 
OH yeah! Too bad it’s the dogs that would get the face full of quills, not the stupid owners. :mad:
I’ll bet it’s not easy. I’ve heard they can be roly-poly…
Feel like giving them a shout-out?
The cat threw up in front of me. Then he finally showed me where he hid the second half of the mouse he caught a few days ago. This is definitely the world’s worst diet.
and other cheap gas places.
Please do not buy squeegees form the $.99 store.
We would better off having the bums wiping out windows with dirty rags.
Thank you.
If you live in the Chattanooga area of TN, they’re the place to go. Unfortunately they only have 3 branches in total: Community Trust And Banking
Our local cheap gas place has the same problem - squeegees that have heads that spin around, etc. And they usually only have one for the whole gas station, and they don’t always bother with frills like water or antifreeze/water mix in winter.
I pit paper cuts. :mad:
And cardboard cuts, which are even worse.
And worst of all – manila envelope cuts.
A coworker got a manila folder cut…
on the white of her eye. Good thing we work in Ophthalmology. It was fine, just painful.
Sweet jesus, I’ve never wanted to un-click a spoiler box so badly in my life!
Gah! GAH! GAHHHH!
I thought it was going to be a joke!
This is an awesome day to work at a tax business. Just awesome. Man, let me tell you how awesome it is. So awesome that we have had 56 calls today thus far. . . and we don’t even prepare taxes. Guess how many of those people had the actual kind of tax issues we deal with? Did you guess ‘zero’? Because the answer is zero.
Oh, and this just happened:
Me: “Hello, [Business Name].”
Chic: “Like, I need help calculating something.”
Me: “Ok. . . how can I help you?”
Chic: “How do I know, like, how much I make in a year?”
Me: “Your employer should have given you a W2 for your income last year.”
Chic: “No! Like, how much my take home is!”
Me: “Right. . . that’s what is on your W2.”
Chic: “No! Like on each CHECK! Total for the year!”
Me: “Uh, well, I guess you could add up your paystubs.”
Chic: getting exasperated, like I’m the idiot “But HOW?”
Me: realizing I’m going to have to explain addition a grown woman “By. . . taking the number on each pay stub and adding it to the next. And so on. If you made $1000 one month and $2000 the next month, $1000 plus $2000 is $3000.”
And before you suggest it: I also tried, somewhere in there, to get her to just look at the year to date section of her last pay stub. Nope. Just nope.
Eventually I figured out that she started a new job and wanted to know what her take home pay would be. This was a whole new exciting endeavor, that ended with me just repeating, “Go talk to your payroll department” over and over.
I just used IE to Google a question I had about a Chrome function.
Also, mini-pitting me for a :smack: moment and, while on a Big Important Conference Call, I tried to mute (damn noisy co-workers) and put the whole BICC on hold, thus treating a bunch of higher-ups to hold music and seeing them laughing (silently) on their webcams.
Pretty amusing sitting here on my end though, so thanks for the smile :)*. But I can’t imagine it was any fun for you.
So is Monday going to be worse? Or is it always the day or weekend before the deadline that people freak out the most about their undone taxes?
- ETA: Just to be clear I meant I’m smiling at your transcription of your idiot caller, not that you’re having a bad day.