Driving down the road in a rental truck singing loudly along with the radio to the tune of Tiny Dancer, manuvering this big truck like I own it. Where did I learn all the lyrics to Tiny Dancer? When did I get comfortable driving big moving trucks? Dunno. Must have been somewhere between my 10th and 32nd birthday, but I still can't pin point the exact date of either.
Muffins. That's how I know how many days I have left residing in this apartment. I'm counting down to my move day by using muffins. Blueberry muffins, fat free at that. I bought just enough for breakfast every morning until I leave. I have 2 muffins left.
I think a week is sufficient leeway to comment on my tax situation. Still kinda waiting for it to rear its ugly head again. It was finally resolved after I spoke with the district manager. H&R Block refunded their fees and completed all the paperwork to correct my taxes. I did file a complaint with the corporate office though. I even sent the taxes certified through the mail with a long letter explaining the whole cluster. I hope this doesn't happen again next year.
I found out this week that my new boss is actually going to be my old boss. Meaning the one prior to the one I have now. It just so happens that my most embarrassing life moment involves him. You see, I live near the beach and he doesn't. About 3 years ago I went on a business trip to see him after spending the weekend salt water fishing. That Monday morning, I went into his office to announce my arrival and he commented on my suntan. I told him and the co-worker that was already in his office that I had been fishing, and oh, I had caught a shark. My boss asked "how'd ya get him off?" I promptly replied (along with a visual interpretation) that "I jerked him off." Well, both he and the co-worker turned red in the face biting laughter. I did an immediate about face and left. As I walked down the hall the waffle of laughter roared throughout the office. I so look forward to working for him again.
What is it about rain storms that make you wanna, well, you know. Is it the rhythmic drops on the window panes? Is the the cool breezes that blow in with them? Is it the rumble of thunder after a flash of lightening? I dunno, but it sure makes ya feel all tingly inside.
I sleep safely at night knowing that Batman protects me. He marches the sidewalk in front of my flat daily. His fists sit on his hips as he paces and contemplates his attackers. His suit is starched and is puffy from the pseudo muscles underneath. All 36 inches of him safeguards the neighborhood without fear. Yes, Batman is really the 4 yr old nextdoor. Who would have ever known?
H & R Block SUCKS! Not only did they screw my taxes up this year 4 times, they also did them incorrectly last year. So guess who has to pay the US Government $700 for a mistake made H & R Block? Exactly, ME! Where is the justice? The district manager is supposed to be contacting me today. I'm gonna fill her ear full.
