So our tax season this year has been a bit fucked up because of mistakes we made last year. We went to a tax office and they took peek at our taxes. Mine turned up something interesting. For the past two years my withheld taxes have not been at levels appropriate for my status as a hired employee. The tax office pointed out I need to visit the office and find out what is going on. The two options are deliberate or accidental error of some sort. The error is someone set my status to having a dependent when I have not claimed one. The other one is a common form of corporate tax fraud. This is where they treat my withholding like I am private contractor instead of a company employee. So I have to go ask why withholding is so low.
So I get the joy of possibly having to blow the whistle on my company and reporting them to the IRS. This is apparently a very common form of tax fraud for companies.
Who watches the watchmen?My employer only withheld a seventh of what they should have, and then I had $1200 of freelance income (from one job) that makes me officially self-employed according to the IRS on top of that, so I had to pony up over a thousand dollars extra this year.
I should've fixed my withholding last year. I remember noticing that despite being the source of half of my income for 2015, they withheld $0. I did the online form with them and I didn't actually have to change any of the questions they ask, so I just divided a thousand dollars by the number of paychecks I get in a year and had them withhold that much extra per period.
Fresh-eyed movie blogMark, why are you so determined to give up at the first sign of difficulty? You are on your first job and it's going under. I went through six jobs in two years until I got one that was stable and paid all the bills. IT'S NOT THE END OF THE WORLD. That's just the reality of this economy. You won't get anything done if you get drunk and whine about it on the internet.
Is there a market for delivery place car roof signs other than the places themselves?
Earlier today someone stole the one I was using, and I'm actually considering setting up a watch for anything like that on eBay.
All your safe space are belong to TrumpI am not sure if my super negative bully of a co-worker walked out yesterday or not. Boss noticed she was carrying a bunch of stuff out, and he, me, and the lady she's been bullying off and on got all nosy around her desk and noticed all her personal stuff was gone. All that was left was a baggy of fast food condiments.
GUESS I'LL FIND OUT MONDAY. (please don't come back the air is so much less tense without you)
Ug you have my utmost sympathy just having worked with them. Many locals call it "Dial Hell".
Professional Research Consultants were better to work for. They were Tele Survey for Hospitals and Medical Services. Some heart breaking calls but overall you left feeling better about things.
Who watches the watchmen?We got a call to a fire in the open. It was technically accurate, I suppose, as much of the building had fallen down by the time we arrived. All the roof was either down or heading that way and the doors and windows were gone, so it was pretty open.
Part of the bloody thing was a coal shed, so that took hours to put out and I ended up running in and out of a room whose roof was on fire dragging out drums of ancient and nasty-looking insecticide.
Fun times.
We've had to cancel our attendance at my old primary school's summer fair because of the current security situation as we're under orders not to go off station while on duty unless it's an actual turnout, which kind of sucks.
'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'This week sucks.
I got back from a sick leave, during which nobody was particularly interested about what was going on with me. Then I learned that I was supposed to deliver the medical leave form a week after it was issued - when I had serious trouble walking. I got sent to a forced paid leave until I passed the required medical checkup that I had to make an appointment for myself, because the old bag from HR got bored after trying to call the clinic for half an hour.
At the clinic, it turned out that my company-issued appointment form was incorrect, because of outdated Labor Code reference (it mentioned the 2014 edition instead of the current, 2016 one, so while I passed the checkup, I had to force the old bag from HR to issue a new form today, drag my ass back to the clinic and pick up the checkup papers, then drag them back to work.
Tomorrow's a Catholic holiday (Corpus Christi), so everything's closed, so I moved the last day from the forced leave from today to Friday, and frantically tried to do everything and close the week today. As far as time-sensitive things go, I did everything. All that's left to do on Monday will be filing some minor bullshit.
"what the complete, unabridged, 4k ultra HD fuck with bonus features" - Mark Von LewisOne of those consults today where I wanted to strangle everybody else in the room. >_< "Oh, he's always looked like that though, he's always been skinny" Lady, your pet is a skeleton. He has lost over a third of his body weight in the last 6 months. I can feel every knob of every vertebrae. He has NOT 'always looked like this'.
edited 27th Jun '17 2:25:41 AM by LoniJay
Be not afraid...
I know exactly what you mean. "But, whippets are supposed to be lean!" There's "lean" and then there's "will die of starvation in less than two weeks if there's no intervention".
Couldn't call the RSPCA fast enough. Would have kidnapped the dog myself, if I didn't know I'd get charged for stealing. <_<
edited 27th Jun '17 5:47:27 AM by Euodiachloris
Well today was a dive into the physical archived records I keep at the desk to see what can possibly be done away with to make room. Holy Jesus lord almighty. I found documents dating back to when I became the only guard and then some. They had been so far back in the drawer they couldn't be reached until I had spent time pulling out the material in front. The stack of assorted documents is legal length paper half a foot thick. I could club medium game animals to death with the record volume in total.
So now I have to double check our digital archives against their physical remnants and ensure they have their redundant digital copies. If not, I get to re-organize the disorganized mess and create them from scratch. Then when that is done I need to sort and store them and notify my CPOC, Client Point of Contact effectively my local boss, that I have a large batch of sensitive material in need of disposal.
But before I dive into that colossal mess I need to eat first.
Who watches the watchmen?

Fuck me, this store I work at is getting stupid. Last night they pulled the second shift dairy guy to grocery, meaning when I got in this morning there was maybe 15 gallons of milk on all 4 shelves, and the juice section and refrigerated shelves looked like the goddamn Vikings came through. Had to bust my ass all day to unfuck all that shit.
On top of that they are cutting hours yet again. I tell ya, when that regional exec Jay leaves or gets canned I'm gonna buy that $60 bottle of whiskey I've been eyeing.