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turned out i wasn't losing my mind
Jul. 12th, 2006 12:14 amSo, I was sorting out stuff in my kitchen this afternoon, and there I am with my head in the oven, which was turned OFF, when all of a sudden this really loud high-pitched noise fills my room. My first thought was "Fire," of course, but while my oven did smell like something burned, it WAS turned off. And it didn't feel hot, so no. So I'm running around my tiny apartment trying to find the source of the noise, then sitting down on my bed with my head in my hands waiting for my skull to implode, then running around unplugging everything, for no logical reason, except I NEED THE NOISE TO STOP. NOW!
Nothing helps, so I'm starting to think, maybe it's all in my head, there is no noise, I'm just going crazy. Then I run around some more. Finally I run into the hallway, and the door outside is open, and there's half an inch of water on the floor because it's raining like whoa. While I'm kicking away the stone (getting soaked) to close the door across-the-hall comes out and looks at me kinda funny. "Uh... well... uh... is there a funny noise in your apartment as well?" I nod. "Thank God. I thought I was losing my mind." Heh. So we chat for a few minutes, and then I go downstairs to see if maybe they know what's going on, unless it's quiet there, in which case we want in. Jan is there and he tells me they called Stupid Janitor Guy and he's "on his way", and it IS the fire alarm, but there's no fire, and no one turned it on. So I go back upstairs and pass on the news and we chat a bit more, until ten minutes later the sound disappears. Stupid Janitor Guy arrived about 15 minutes after that.
On top of that, I found my 2005 grant papers and my one mentor pay slip. I reported it all correctly, and I paid my taxes, so why the hell do the tax people insist that I owe them money? When you add up the numbers, it comes to them wanting 38,5% of what I got, minus the standard deduction, and I paid 39%, so how do I owe THEM anything? Seriously? It's just $50, so it's not like it's some big disaster, I just don't understand. So tomorrow I'll have to call them, and it'll be a pain because I hate that stuff, and the odds of it actually being a mistake and it'll turn out they owe me money are too slim to even bother with. I hate taxes. Taxes are why I don't work. Well, no, I don't hate taxes, I love what taxes get me, so I pay them gladly, really, I just hate DOING my taxes. I mean, I have ONE 2005 pay slip. ONE. And it gets screwed up. And the time they spent figuring this out cost them more money in wages than I owe. Blah.
Reading Order of the Phoenix is such slow going. It's just a lot less fun when you know that the stupid that is Angry!Irrational!Harry goes on and on for that many pages. But maybe all the snogging in HBP will seem better after that than it was. "Prequel!"x2
I'm starting to think I won't be done with HBP by Sunday as I'd planned, but Nad is in Iceland then anyway, so the birthday party has been postponed.
Last night's WaT was repeated this morning and I caught some more of it. It is proof of how incredibly uninteresting S4 was that I didn't remember the episode despite the presence of Rod Rowland's hotness.
Nothing helps, so I'm starting to think, maybe it's all in my head, there is no noise, I'm just going crazy. Then I run around some more. Finally I run into the hallway, and the door outside is open, and there's half an inch of water on the floor because it's raining like whoa. While I'm kicking away the stone (getting soaked) to close the door across-the-hall comes out and looks at me kinda funny. "Uh... well... uh... is there a funny noise in your apartment as well?" I nod. "Thank God. I thought I was losing my mind." Heh. So we chat for a few minutes, and then I go downstairs to see if maybe they know what's going on, unless it's quiet there, in which case we want in. Jan is there and he tells me they called Stupid Janitor Guy and he's "on his way", and it IS the fire alarm, but there's no fire, and no one turned it on. So I go back upstairs and pass on the news and we chat a bit more, until ten minutes later the sound disappears. Stupid Janitor Guy arrived about 15 minutes after that.
On top of that, I found my 2005 grant papers and my one mentor pay slip. I reported it all correctly, and I paid my taxes, so why the hell do the tax people insist that I owe them money? When you add up the numbers, it comes to them wanting 38,5% of what I got, minus the standard deduction, and I paid 39%, so how do I owe THEM anything? Seriously? It's just $50, so it's not like it's some big disaster, I just don't understand. So tomorrow I'll have to call them, and it'll be a pain because I hate that stuff, and the odds of it actually being a mistake and it'll turn out they owe me money are too slim to even bother with. I hate taxes. Taxes are why I don't work. Well, no, I don't hate taxes, I love what taxes get me, so I pay them gladly, really, I just hate DOING my taxes. I mean, I have ONE 2005 pay slip. ONE. And it gets screwed up. And the time they spent figuring this out cost them more money in wages than I owe. Blah.
Reading Order of the Phoenix is such slow going. It's just a lot less fun when you know that the stupid that is Angry!Irrational!Harry goes on and on for that many pages. But maybe all the snogging in HBP will seem better after that than it was. "Prequel!"x2
I'm starting to think I won't be done with HBP by Sunday as I'd planned, but Nad is in Iceland then anyway, so the birthday party has been postponed.
Last night's WaT was repeated this morning and I caught some more of it. It is proof of how incredibly uninteresting S4 was that I didn't remember the episode despite the presence of Rod Rowland's hotness.
