I Get My Life back
by , 01-29-2010 at 02:50 AM (1638 Views)
So here I was blogging away yesterday and I hit the CAPS button and next thing I knew there went the entry into cyberspace. The back space (my usual savior) failed this time and several half way decent jokes about me and a certain moderator went bye bye as well plus one real good zinger on the IRS harpy from last April.
So short version. You are missing an entire section of my latest ambulance ride and short stay in the hospital. Let alone the Pinkeye fiasco and the fallout from that.
I called IRS last Friday at the behest of Call Center supervisor Debbie (who is my ultimate fearless leader except for Mr. K. the AAA President who also heard about the medical mishap. Can you say pay attention to WHEN you take your pills to avoid overdosing and collapsing (in my case laying down seconds before I was going to FALL down) at credit unions. Sigh--not a one of my beloved cashiers offered TV medical administrations of the eye candy sort.
I was NOT going to ask mercy of our lately avaricious collectors of the national toil but I did want to know how 2002 was doing. $700 away from payoff. How about the grand total. $29,100. Progress since we started at $37,000 in back taxes.
I start to calculate how much more my length of home arrest and what issue of Jonah Hex will be out (#83)--currently #51 is on sale when the gentleman (Mr. Abraham of symbolic importance to me at least) observes I'm paying an enormous monthly for a levy ($900 average--and with overtime it's been actually higher) and would I like to try a payment plan again.
For only a second I thought about pleading the eventual failure to abide though for a number of years I was doing quite well at $300 a month so I quickly agreed to $500 a month and the returning $400 will be used as wolf at door food until I get stabilized. I rewarded myself today by tracking down the one-shot Phantom Stranger #42 (long story--don't ask) that I missed during the last two weeks.
Plus stealing from my son one final time from his account (mostly for gas and cat food) until my pay kicks back in--next Thursday.
So this long nightmare is drawing to a close. Ruth is still job hunting. Dressed up very nicely today for an interview but it turned out to be type where the secretary asked a couple of questions and shooed her along with the other five ladies that showed up as well. Not expecting anything to come of that.



