I am sure dedicated readers note the title. It’s an abbreviation of day one. I abbreviate because I am lazy. I reserve the right to use an out of sequence and unrelated title if I see fit. Author’s choice.
So I was tired as hell this am. Tired. Time change and travel really screw with my iron like constitution. So up late and lazy breakfast. Out of the house at 1130. Like I said, lazy.
I still have two work projects to finish which I brought with me. The projects involve me calling the IRS, waiting on hold for an hour or so, maybe getting cut off once or twice (maybe? Definitely!), speaking with an idiot, faxing said idiot paperwork while on the line with them, having them perform their duties poorly and slowly, and I’m done. Oh yeah, each of the two projects I have to call a different number. So I can’t do it all at once. So I figured four hours to handle this. Very optimistic.
So how did it go? Well I went to the in laws house. They have a fax. So first thing, I make the call. Gotta get on hold quick and start the wait. So the IRS goes thru a 10 minute BS announcement then the recording says “we are busy, call later”. Click. Yes, they just hang up. After wasting ten minutes of your life. I hate them. But, I am used to this shit. So, call again. Same thing. Call again and same thing. Call again, yay I am now on hold. While waiting I get my fax ready, connect their fax to phone line and plug it in. I do note lack of recent use of fax. Also, it’s old. Like Carter administration old. It’s analog old. No kidding. Still on hold. I decide to test the fax machine. It will not communicate it turns out. Too old. But I’m 30 into my hold so I’m not hanging up. I get to near 60 mins, the hold music switches which means imminent answer. I hear someone try to pick up. Click. Gone. I hate these mfr’s. In the last 30 years I have become used to the worlds worst customer service. So, what to do? Back to it. I call back, get right into hold, and only wait 45 mins, and I get to speak with an intelligent IRS employee. It happens. We ran thru my whole transaction, got it staged, to the point of faxing, and I explain I will need to fax tomorrow. She says ok, it’s on the account. Call tomorrow and whoever answers can pick it up and finish. I say a silent prayer and hang up. So, at this point, I don’t call on the other project. I just quit for the day. It’s getting late. Tomorrow I decide to find a business service center somewhere so I can actually fax. The above should tell all why I hate calling the IRS. It’s like Russian Roulette, only you stay alive when the gun fires. That may not be a positive in this situation.
By the time I was done it was late. Dinnertime late. So Emily and Ali left and went to the market, Hannafords. I needed a bottle of whiskey and a bottle of rum. Hannafords has a nice selection. We also got food for dinner. Tacos. I need carbs from something other than liquor, once in a while.
Home. The weather today has been rainy and cold. Glad I spent it working. We made up our tacos and hot them cooking. And beans. I like beans but they give me gas. I kinda like that too. While they cooked I made adult beverages for the bride and I. She insisted on a margarita. I have no memory of what I made for myself. Wait, it was a daquiri. I had one on Sunday night at 555 and was less than pleased at their effort. I need d one tonight to wash away the taste of their failure to make me happy.
We enjoyed our tacos and beans and chips n salsa. Have to have chips for Emily.
I hate to say, but I was still beat from Sunday and went to bed. I read a little which really knocked me out. Better on the morrow I am sure.