heh. i marked the right box. hr fucked up. so the three hundred fucking dollars a month i’ve been paying out the last year could’ve come out of my paycheck in a much less painful and interest-ridden way. i’ve been trying so hard to get our finances in order and… i just want to go back to bed. :(
ARRRRGH
ARRRRRRRGH. HR says that I have my W4 filled out as: married, claimed one allowance and an additional $50. Your prior W-4, you marked married, claimed one allowance and an additional $25. If she is correct in this, then WHY are they now withholding my taxes at a higher single rate? Ok, I just got email from the higher-up person at APCS who says that “The most recent form….processed by ADVP….does, indeed, indicate “Married, but withhold at higher single rate”. So my HR person apparently can’t find her ass with…
gnaaaaah!
Gnaaaaaaah, what a morning. Erica came over last night, and while we started to bring her home at a fairly reasonable hour, on the way home she mentioned a Fantastic Business Opportunity that’s come up for her, and while I think that her husband Joel is right and that she’s already made up her mind to do it, she’s in a (quite reasonable) panic and uncertainty stage, and wants to talk to people, use them as sounding boards, and get some reassurance. So we ended up talking until a quarter…
ooooooh
Ooooooooh. I called officialpayments.com and explained that I’d made this payment last month, yadda yadda yadda, and found out what the problem was. The problem was that they credited the money I sent last month via their online server to the *2001* taxes, whereas it was *supposed* to be the final payment for the *2000* taxes. After an extremely frustrated dance through the IRS phone tree, I talked to a woman (who wasn’t nearly as smart as Ms. Harris) who listened to the whole rigamarole and then transfered me to…
huh
Huh. Ted just called to say that the little duplex in the Valley of the Moon has gone back on the market. I called Mom to tell her. :) Work, work, work, I really must do some work. Oh, hey, the dryer’s stopped. Perhaps I’ll see if Chanti can behave herself well enough to come downstairs for a while. *vroom*