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wakeiseiyoSUPPOSED to get my refund on the 3rd (2 days, whee!) of this month.
Per the IRS website, refunds should take 'no more than 3 weeks after the date of filing.'
Uhm, hey guv'mint? I e-filed on March 21st. Have you had your thumbs up your ass all this time or something? Because DUDE. *grump*
In other news, people are STUPID on the road today. I had some guy honking at me to let him in; fine and dandy, except that the entire freeway was at a complete standstill. o.O: You can honk and wave all you want, sir, but I can't move if I WANTED to. Gem of the day was the guy who pulled into the parking lot of the post office going the wrong way, and then got pissed at ME for having the audacity to be in his way. o.o:: (Sir, it's a one-car-wide driveway for a reason, and 'Do Not Enter' is posted clearly. Missing a few tacos to your combination, perhaps?) I wonder if it occurred to him that if he got much angrier (or out of the van) that he'd have Huntington Beach's finest coming to pound his ass on federal property. Not how you make friends in the government, dude.
['Blaze, your padded mailer's on its way, assuming the postage was sufficient - the automated thingamagummit wasn't clear on where 'padded mailer' stood in the ranks of Letter, Priority, or Package. I slapped on sufficient First-Class postage, I think.]
Anyway. Hungry. Want food. Pondering making julienne potatoes per the box mix. Hm. *ponderponder*
My legs still hurt from last night's workout. o.o: Now I just need to find the patience to follow along with the setup/warmup/how-to section every time I watch it. I have a crap attention span for instructional videos.
Per the IRS website, refunds should take 'no more than 3 weeks after the date of filing.'
Uhm, hey guv'mint? I e-filed on March 21st. Have you had your thumbs up your ass all this time or something? Because DUDE. *grump*
In other news, people are STUPID on the road today. I had some guy honking at me to let him in; fine and dandy, except that the entire freeway was at a complete standstill. o.O: You can honk and wave all you want, sir, but I can't move if I WANTED to. Gem of the day was the guy who pulled into the parking lot of the post office going the wrong way, and then got pissed at ME for having the audacity to be in his way. o.o:: (Sir, it's a one-car-wide driveway for a reason, and 'Do Not Enter' is posted clearly. Missing a few tacos to your combination, perhaps?) I wonder if it occurred to him that if he got much angrier (or out of the van) that he'd have Huntington Beach's finest coming to pound his ass on federal property. Not how you make friends in the government, dude.
['Blaze, your padded mailer's on its way, assuming the postage was sufficient - the automated thingamagummit wasn't clear on where 'padded mailer' stood in the ranks of Letter, Priority, or Package. I slapped on sufficient First-Class postage, I think.]
Anyway. Hungry. Want food. Pondering making julienne potatoes per the box mix. Hm. *ponderponder*
My legs still hurt from last night's workout. o.o: Now I just need to find the patience to follow along with the setup/warmup/how-to section every time I watch it. I have a crap attention span for instructional videos.
