insights into the world of caffeinated monkeys
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Friday, April 04, 2003 One Day, I'm Going To Work For The IRS I think the IRS bastards are on par with me as far as evilness. Maybe a bit beyond me. But I want to work for them one day. Not because I have such great math skills or because I like numbers or anything like that. I just want to be part of one of america's most hated organizations. Not that I'm complaining about the IRS. I've already done my taxes. Got the refund and it's gone, daddy, gone. I want to rant about my local taxes. I forgot that I have to pay the bourough for providing Meter Bitch (and I think my parking tickets alone pay his salary, the old bastard) and schools to babysit the hellians upstairs and those little yellow and orange garbage bags that have Mercersburg Bourough printed on them, despite having a private dumpster to throw my refuse in. I forgot to the tune of $160. And I even paid them their stupid $10 tax for something or other. And they censored the memo line in my check when I wrote it out "for the bastard children." They blacked out the word bastard. I wonder what they would do if I write this check to them and write the memo "for sexual favors involving the anal rape of a goat with a pogo stick." As a side note: Not that that's one of the worst things that I've said. There was a lady that wanted to schedule vaccination appointments for 5 cats on a Saturday (we only have 3 hours of appointments and she would have taken one hour of that), and not just any Saturday, this coming Saturday, which has been booked beyond belief already. We told her that it wasn't going to happen (not only would it take appointments away from sick animals and emergencies, she has a tendancy to not show up) and she got made. The doctors told her that if she would pay, up front and in cash, for the appointments, the vaccinations, and emergency fees for her animals that they would. The emergency fee that she would pay would go to people who had to come in after hours to pay for their emergency fee because she had to take up an hour of appointments on a Saturday. Grr...and to think that she didn't like that suggestion. I told the doctors, in front of a client that it should require more than cash up front for all of that. It should require cash, two kidneys and her liver. She could last about 2 hours without her liver. We could take her liver before the appointments, she would spend one of two remaining hours with us, and then good luck with that last hour. That's the bad hour, when things go downhill. I think I was just a little upset that this crackwhore tried to take up an hour of my Saturday, the day when I am the official dictator of Park Circle. (And yes, the Drs Byers refered to me as that.) posted by jaime | 12:45 AM 0 comments |
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