Enjablog

Creepy Guy stopped by this afternoon to make conversation with me. He asked if I had done my taxes yet. I admitted that I had not, but should get them done this week. He then proceeded to brag about how he does his own taxes (*gasp* so impressive!) and was going to save a coworker $200 because he was going to help the coworker out with his taxes. If the guy went to one of those big companies or something, it would cost close to $400. But since he’s going to do it, it’ll only cost $200.

Then he tells me that my taxes should be easy because I don’t own anything and don’t have anything to claim. All I need to do is fill out like 3 numbers. Right… because you know a lot about my finances, buddy.

Toward the end of this conversation, he explains to me that he has already gotten his returns back from 3 different states. He has to use some special form that can’t even be submitted online; it’s one of the few tax loopholes left, you know. And yes. He told me that he, in fact, does cheat on his taxes. If he thought the government would make good use of his money, he would write an extra $500 to the government. But since he doesn’t, he’s going to use every chance he gets to keep his money away from them.

Right. And I just got off a boat from Communist China.

At work today, I was working with someone in a different state, 2 time zones away. This usually wouldn’t be that big a deal. You know, send an email, transfer necessary files, possibly a phone call to double-check things. But the guy’s computer was broken. Like, in the shop, no internet broken.

For the first time today, I printed out a pile of documents and sent a FedEx package overnight. It was like the 1990s or something. He sent us 2 faxes today and I had to go upstairs to the 10th floor just to pick them up. We made comments in response to his comments and faxed them to someone else. Weird, huh?

A package arrived from him this afternoon, and another one is expected tomorrow morning. After I sent out the package to him this afternoon, I realized that I sent him an email last Friday that he probably never received. So I had to call and read out information to him over the phone. And, I assume, he wrote the information down on a piece of paper.

New job sure is different.