That stinks, Sumi. And before work, too. Feh.
Buffy ,'End of Days'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Wow. John Buechler is made of fail.
I just read my email from Aldi for this week, and found this: [link]
Caramel Pecan Silk pie.
Hmm. I'll need a bigger bottle of insulin...
Found a pink leather bondage collar for my sister.
Bwahahahahaha.
A White Stag - like HP's Patronus in the Forest of Dean.
I'm a feeling a bit better. I was able to make the changes I could - I mean, I can't change the due date but at least I can pay what I didn't last month and uh, correct the future payments. (And I discovered that I was in much worse shape than I thought - there was only about $1.00 in my account before my paycheck was deposited!)
Yay vw!
Medical-ma to Aims' sister.
I have a headache.
Money~ma to sumi.
For the rest, it is all about the gronk.
I'm wired and giddy and bouncy (reflect on THAT for a minute, will ya -- ME, *bouncy*) because it's the 5-year anniversary of my back surgery, and I'm still 100% fixed.
I told my mom that I'd do a back flip to celebrate, except I don't know how to do a back flip.
Instead, I'm going to get re-blonde-ified in about an hour. That seems like a good way to celebrate. Plus, I gotta order my celebratory vertebra later today.
Todays Theme Is: Your Idiocy Is Not My Fucking Problem.
(Note: The following is a rough compilation of approximately half a dozen calls received just this morning from not just myself but my co-workers)
Phone: Happy Tax Day! Hang on to your butts! *ring*
Me: Aw, shitcakes with fuck-you frosting.
FuckCake(s) O' the Day: I have not received my W2 forms! WAAAAUUUUGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!
Me: Well, let me see something...we haven't gotten it back from the Post Office, so let me verify your address...is your address [this]?
FC(s)OtD: Yes, but I don't have my W2 and I have to file today!
Me: Well, okay. You can request a reprint, but we either need a written request with your name, SSN and the address to send it to along with a check or money order for $12.50, or, alternately, you can stop by with valid ID and $12.50 cash, check or money order.
FC(s)OtD: WHAT?! But it's not my fault I don't have my W2! It was, um...stolen! Yeah!
Me: I'm sorry to hear that, but we did send it to the correct address and we don't have it here, we have to request a reprint from the third party company that processes W2s for us, so those are your options.
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!! But, but, but...what am I supposed to do?!
Me: Send a written request with $12.50 or stop by with $12.50.
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: WWWAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHH!!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: WWWWWAAAAAAAAUUUGGGGHHH
OMGWTFLATEFILINGDEATHFROMABOVEBLACKHELICOPTERSPLAGUEOFBOILSDOOMDOOMDOOM
WWWWWAUUUUUUGGGGHHH!!!!
Me: ...
FC(s)OtD: You suck. *click*
Me: And have a nice day.
::makes popcorn::
seriously - these are the things that went into the mail and were supposed to arrive by Jan 31, yes? Because when I don't see a client's 1099 by mid february, I start feeling like something's off. One of my colleges missed a 1099 once and filed it later, earning me a nice visit from the Man. Luckily, I'd declared it without their help... earning me a grumbly refund from the Man.
still would very much like to let the Man tend to the bonsai or whatever instead.