Fuck I hate the IRS. Like on a scale of 1-lemur I am unhappily a 12. I hate AI. So bad. It has its uses sure but holy fuck.
I said live agent. Nope. I tried again. Nope.
Don't send me a check addressed to my dead spouse you ignorant fucks. I hate AI. So fucking bad.
I have to fill out a new form and fax it and I am just beyond pissed at this point.
Just fuck y'all.
In other news, I'm in pain and grumpy. It's ok. Still have a little under 5 hours til I'm off. Gay.
I gotta shower and do laundry and figure out food and I just want to sleep. 5 am comes too early y'all.
I'll live. Anyway.
Always,
S
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