Prepoceros

Yes, I’ve posted a similar list before, and no, there aren’t thirty-seven this time. Deal.

• An unfinished bar of dark chocolate in a plastic baggie. Now finished.
• My camcorder
• A necklace I’ve lost at least twice before
• Two AA batteries
• What looks like every paystub from the last year and a half
• A hair wrap I’d been looking for
• Four full bottles of water, all of different brands and sizes. (I usually drink tap water, but I’m often offered the bottled kind by tutoring families, so I collect and refill the bottles.)
• My mom’s Christmas present (bought 13 months in advance)
• The USB cable to my iPod
• A hospital bracelet and souvenir beer koozy from my Larryectomy
• The copy of Polybius which I’m supposed to have been using to answer homework questions about same for the last two weeks
• A lost pair of shoes, though unfortunately not the blue pair I’ve been missing
• A pair of earrings, but again, not the pair I’ve recently been looking for (I bet they’re with the shoes)
• A drink coaster
• Several pounds of unopened mail
• A chair
• My last W2

Victory! And wouldn’t you know, it was in the last place I looked. (Sorry.)

So, after a two-day search, I finally found my W2. With over three hours left until the deadline, I had plenty of time to fill out my ridiculously-simple return and file it electronically, right?

If you answered yes, you’d be assuming that my employer knows the answer to a question I bet 90% of my blog readers could nail, namely, WHAT STATE DO I WORK IN?

I’ll give you a hint, payroll people. It’s the state I live in, the state you send all my paycheck receipts to, the state all my clients live in, and the state in which my home office is located.

It’s also the state you assured me you’d switched me into in your records during the month-long phone and email “conversation” I had with several of you after you did the EXACT SAME THING last year. You assured me we’d finally sorted it out.

I haven’t worked or lived in California since 2004, so I don’t appreciate your sending 136 of my Texas-earned dollars to the Governator. I’ll be in touch.

Sigh. I filed an extension, which was surprisingly easy to do. Five minutes, maybe, and *SHAZAM!* I had six extra months, no questions asked.

The upside of all this, I suppose, is that all of my unopened mail from the last year is now in a single box, and I’ve regained the use of my most comfortable chair.

Tags: miscellany

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