dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ack. Tonight is the deadline for filing our tax returns. Naturally I procrastinated until the last minute figuring it would be a cinch using last year's on-line software. Wrong! The program I used last year crashed repeatedly, their javascript refused to work which made navigating pages impossible and finally after trying and trying I gave up and started panicking thinking I'd be late. That's when I discovered cutetax. The site is simple, doesn't use fickle f'ing javascript, and allowed me to get the damn thing finished in ten minutes, well ahead of the midnight deadline. Plus it cost me only 8.98 to file. Intuit's crappy web form cost me $12 last year. I'm getting a double-digit refund. Woweee. In the local paper was a photo of the 30-something CEO of electr0nic 4rts. He earned a paltry $24 million last year. That was his INCOME. His business is worth billions. Christ. I chose the wrong industry. Oh good news today. A guy who raised 18 grand to help the zoo build a new and improved enclosure for Tina is suing to get it back so he can send the money to the Sanctuary instead. Obviously the zoo took his generous donation and blew it on something else because Tina got nothing. I loved reading that article in the paper today. This zoo is so horrid. In other news, I got home today and discovered my mail lying out in the hallway. This has never happened. I can't believe the postman would not put my mail through the slot. That would be beyond negligent. A creepy thought crept in...maybe the building mgr snuck into my apartment today and in a move to freak me out, left my mail outside the door. It would be a bold and colossally stupid thing to do (under the law it would constitute break and enter if he doesn't have authorization.) Later, I was searching for documents and couldn't find two important envelopes, one dealing with tax stuff, one dealing with the carpet cleaning law suit. I'm hoping to hell and back I've mislaid them but it increased my paranoia. I'm not worried about the documents as copies exist at work. It's just the thought that he might have come in. Still, I can't believe he would even attempt it. He'd have to be completely out of his mind. The problem is he might be out of his mind. Ack. 9:46 p.m. - 30 April 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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