Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I fought the IRS and the IRS won So, let's talk about my fluffy-bunny, pink-hearts-and-unicorns relationship with the IRS. What? You mean you don't have one of those? I did my taxes last night. We owe a little over seven hundred bucks. What's that, you say? But Genibee, didn't you screw up your witholdings last year, and have to correct it all? And wasn't Bemo having extra cash withheld from his paycheck all this year to try and make up for the massive mistake of last year? Why, yes. Yes, we did. In theory, all our exemptions are set to zero. Bemo is having extra money withheld. And yet, when the totting up of several numerical columns was done yesterday evening, we came out seven hundred dollars on the short side. Actually, the IRS has very little blame in any of this, except for the fact that, y'know, they exist to take my money. It looks like the blame lies with the company Bemo works for, and the amount of money they've been withholding from his paycheck. Not enough, in other words. It looks like my withholdings are set correctly to zero, which means that Bemo may have to tangle with the rather useless HR department at his place of employment. He works in one building, and the HR is in another building about a half-hour away. They've already had problems with this stupid paperless payroll thing, where you need to log into a secure website that crashes frequently, in order to see images of paystubs. I think they might be the culprit, and it frankly isn't very surprising that they fucked up in a big way. It isn't the first time, God knows. So. I feel like Willie Nelson. Anybody want to put on a benefit concert for us? 2:12 p.m. - 2004-04-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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