I basically passed out as soon as I got home, yesterday. Woke up at 1AM this morning, and have been up since then, thinking. Trying to plan ahead for some kind of amorphous future. That, and pissing around on YouTube and listening to music on my 'puter. Sang some, too. I bet that annoyed the neighbors.
Yesterday's shift was excrutiating. Having to carry a co-worker who can not only not do their job well, but moves at less than the speed of smell. Even with some of the front-end people helping me do my job, while I helped my tool of a co-worker, I still ended up staying 30 minutes past the end of my shift. I don't mind working hard, but being brought down by the retard antics of someone else is really, really frustrating. I basically spent the whole shift gritting my teeth and resisting the urge to strangle him. Ultimately, though, I chalk up my irritation with having been up for most of the night before.
No sleep make Homer go something-something.
"Go crazy?"
Don't mind if I do!
Yeah. Anyways, the icing on the cake of that particular day was going to see if that April Fool Girl got my messages on POF (note the lack of link to that shit site). The bitch deleted her account. So not only did she not call me, she deleted her account to avoid dealing with me. How lame. I hope someone rapes her with a broken bottle. Okay, I don't really mean that. Mostly.
Since I've been up, stewing in the residue of my own irritation, I was struck by a moment of pseudo-ambition to do my taxes online. I blame the box of QuickTax (also note the lack of linkage to this program) that's been sitting on my desk for the last week.
*shakes fist at the evil QuickTax box*
Spent an hour fiddling with the program, which was relatively easy to use. The real fun came when the program then hands off to NetFile, to tranfer the actual files through to the appropriate channels. And it couldn't. Apparently, there's some kind of code that should be on my T4 slip, but isn't. A magical code that is required by NetFile. Not only that, I apparently have to confirm my identity by writing what is in box 150 on my 2007 tax return, which I don't even have, much less remember doing. I probably went to H&R Block that year. So now I have to drag my ass out this week and get my taxes done, because NetFile is useless without certain kinds of information.
Note to self: Either keep better records, or don't buy QuickTax-type shit.
*sigh*
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