I can't believe there isnt already a thread for this.

Anyways,

RotD: My fucking job from last summer never turned in my W-2's and now i'm fucking pissed off. I'm calling them first thing tomorrow to find out what in the hell happened. I'm taking these fuckers for all they're worth.

You did have taxes taken out right? Wait. Hmm...I'd call.

Yeah, they took a lot out, I think I threw out all my damn paystubs though...dammit...i saved them forever too.

Oh not a good move right there. But I would get that taken care of ASAP.

I haven't filed a tax return...ever. Even though I've worked for the past 4 years...

Isn't that what Turbo Tax and parents are for?

most definitely.

but i don't have Turbo Tax and my mom STILL hasn't given my tax returns to her attorney. so.

that money would have been GREAT to have for my vacation, too. dammit.

My dad's just a douchebag and forgot about my job last summer.

I just got done working for the final 4 hours on my logic probe. The thing is, I have no idea if it's going to work or not, and on top of that I have fucking burns on my fingertips. Damn soldering irons. Damn them to hell.

What in the hell is a logic probe? I looked it up but it looked like a soldering iron attached to a computer chip or something.

I have an envelope full of every pay stub I've ever received dating back to when I was 14.

-Ugly Bastard

basically a logic probe is a device used to examine the logic state at a certain point in a digital circuit.

Digital circuits are either high, low, or floating (meaning it's an open circuit). by simultaniously using a logic pulser with a logic probe you can pulse a particular point in a circuit and use the logic probe to tell what the logic state is. It's a helpful troubleshooting tool.

I have an envelope full of every pay stub I've ever received dating back to when I was 14.

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An envelope eh? Must not have worked much ;)


Def. don't know any of that shit. What are you majoring in?

[ March 16, 2005, 01:06 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Blonde ]

Update: Just called them and they said they mailed it to my address that I was staying in over the summer, so it returned impossible delivery or some shit like that. However, I know I had my cell phone listed in my records, shouldn't they have attempted to contact me once they figured out I wasnt there?

My dad said something about them being legally obligated to file them by 1/31 or something like that...

That is true they are legally obligated to file by a specific date, i thought it was earlier than 1/31 though.
Call H & R Block and ask them if a company can be at fault or fined for you not filing sooner.

Am I at fault for providing the wrong address? I wasn't even thinking about W-2's when I filled that shit out.

The envelope is busting at the seams. I have well over 200 pay stubs in there. If you assume my work habits in college were the same in high school, you're damn wrong. I worked a lot in high school.

-Ugly Bastard

I'm majoring in electronics.

Well all you really need to know is that it's a tool to help people troubleshoot a circuit that's not operating correctly. I just thought I'd go a little more in depth in my previous explanation.

[ March 16, 2005, 03:49 PM: Message edited by: Dirty Harry ]

RotD: My fucking roommate's gay frat "brothers" put a bunch of God damn lawn ornaments in our yard last night. They taped a sign to our door saying "If you would like these lawn ornaments removed, and placed in another Brother's lawn, please contact Michael Sanchez. The fee for the removal of these lawn ornaments is $5".

Jesus Christ I hate how big of faggots Frat guys are.

-Ugly Bastard

Why don't you destroy the lawn ornaments?

'Cause I don't want to have an uncomfortable living situation for the next 2 months.

-Ugly Bastard

Do it under the stealth of the night.

I'd be willing to come steal them with a few other people tonight.

EDIT: It'd be a lot easier if any other Muncie-area Nubblites would offer their services as well.

[ March 16, 2005, 06:28 PM: Message edited by: Mr. Blonde ]

RotD:

Background: I am pretty damn sick with a bronchitis/sinus infection type thing. I came home early from work, slept until Fruit came and woke me up at about 8:30, tried to eat after he left at about 9:45, and then realized that ice cream would be really fucking fabulous right now due to the throat issues.

Rant: So I called my mom, who is hanging out with her singles group people at Hacienda, and asked her if she would pick up some ice cream on the way home. She starts fucking whining to me about how out of the way it will be for her to do it. What the fuck? I pick up shit for her all the fucking time, when it's way more out of the way than this is, and when I'm sick and would like some damn ice cream, she bitches. God damn.

Eh, thanks for the support, but he already paid the $5 and got rid of them. Faggot.

Maybe she's trying to signal to you that she thinks you could use a little less ice cream.

-Ugly Bastard