A couple days ago I wrote a post detailing my mad-skills for procrastination. Realizing the need to buckle down and do my taxes, I blogged to waste a little more time before plugging in numbers to see how much of my money to send to the IRS.
In short, I knew this year the IRS was not sending me a happy little (or even big) refund check. I invest in my dad’s company and any earnings from this investment go back into the LLC for future gains. Apparently STE did pretty well, because the IRS got me for a pretty penny.
At any rate, I filed my taxes and signed over the money owed. At least my credit card earns me incentives. And the IRS just earned me a lot of points!
This love Sunday morning, I woke up, made breakfast, and sat down in front of the computer with a cup of coffee. Opening my gmail account I saw two lovely emails that almost caused said coffee to end up all over the place. They were each entitled: “IRS REJECTS E-FILED TAXES.” Great. Just great.
I had my hesitations about filing taxes myself. Every year we trust our taxes to some guy who does a great job at a not-great price. There are no emails from him saying “try again, you loser.”
I realized I clicked on a button for a $250 tax credit from the IRS, which I did not indeed receive, and the IRS knows this. I went back online to fix this problem and refile, except now I need to gain re-authorization for my CC. After chatting with some unhelpful person not in the US, I realize by myself all I need to do is re-enter my CC info. But I entered the info for the CC with the lower limit. It bounced back again. Realizing this mistake, I enter the CC info for the card with a higher limit and click “e-file.”
This message pops up: “We’re sorry but you already filed 5 times with this software. You are over the limit. Please download again or call blah blah blah.”
Their offices are not open on Sundays.
I am only half done with report cards (due tomorrow).
My house is A MESS.
The dog needs a brushing.
We need to buy groceries.
We’re meeting up with Mike’s dad for bday dinner.
FML.
If only I had started filing sooner, I would not be rushing to fix a mistake 3 business days before taxes are due.
Procrastination 5, Vicki 0.
Living in our nation's capital allows me to learn something new every day. So does teaching 2nd graders. My nose piercing and tattoos keep me from normalcy, while my job and religion keep me grounded.
