Perhaps some face cream for hookers?
YES THIS!
River ,'Out Of Gas'
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Perhaps some face cream for hookers?
YES THIS!
Hec, I know you're rather have a blessing that's not in such a good disguise, but I'm glad you're getting away from that place. I hope Matt's interview went well. Here's to better jobs for everyone.
I really, truly worked on my taxes most of the day yesterday, and I'm nowhere near done. Taxes are the dark side of self-employment.
Bleagh. Headaches starting again. This morning was my 3rd visit to that doctor's office. They gave me a prescription for Flexoril. They suspect the RSI combined with the layoff stress might be causing the headaches. if this doesn't work, they're sending me to a neurologist. Which I really hope doesn't happen.
eta: You're sure headaches aren't some Buffista rite of passage?
matt's interview did go well. It all seems very interesting at the moment. We shall see where it goes. It is with a consulting firm - so there are some possiblities of no work, but benifits would still be there. and he could get into a mega commute situation. But good benifits, oppertunities to learn more stuff, do more stuff, less company politics - those are good things.
ION, it is icky, rainy, and cold . Going to work tonight does not sound like fun.
Taxes are the dark side of self-employment.
Testify!
Sent off two job applications today. They're just for summer, but still more than I've done in a number of years.
I've started my taxes, but I haven't had a good chunk of time to do them yet so I'm still on schedule D (I start with schedule D).
I finished our taxes a couple of weeks ago, and paid out over $3K to Uncle Sam and Uncle Arnold. Some of it was checks for 2006 estimated taxes, but still. I could have bought a lot of hookers a lot of face cream.
Heh. "Uncle Arnold"
I spent yesterday (when not dining with the urbane Sparky) going through loads of loose papers to find my medical receipts in prep for taxes. I didn't get far. Found lots of 2004. Not so much 2005. I hate living on a construction site.
Bless my Aunt T because she does my taxes for me every year.
Tax money has already been received and spent, actually. Bills, bills, bills. For some crazy and insane reason, I decided early last year to cut up my credit cards (I know I won't call to order new cards) and do my best to pay them off as soon as I can.
Living beyond your means is only fun until reality comes crashing down on you. The terribly scary part is that I don't have a whole lot to show for all of the debt I have. (House doesn't count.)