I met with a client a couple of months ago. The IRS filed a claim in her case stating that she owes about $5k for the 2016 tax year. She says she doesn’t owe it. I say we can dispute it, but I need to see a copy of the return first.
She never sent the return. Because of course she didn’t.
Here we are two months later and she wants to meet to discuss this matter. I say sure, but I need the return, and I cannot give you the info you are wanting, because I need to do the work to determine what you actually owe; work I cannot do because I don’t have the fucking return.
So she has spent like 20 fucking minutes arguing with me about how she called the IRS and they said she could just call me, then I would tell them she disputes it, and they will investigage. I’m like, yes, but that requires me filing an objection to their claim, which requires me to have the fucking return. SEND ME THE FUCKING RETURN! THIS IS NON-NEGOTIABLE.
She’s still bitching. This is all happening via text btw.
She’s like: so I still have an appointment for tomorrow? It’s taking everything inside of me not to respond: if you don’t simmer the fuck down the only appointment you’re going to need is an appointment to get a new fucking attoney.
You get breast cancer so they cut your tits off and give you new ones that don’t look as good. Okay fine. But then these fake tits hurt all the time, like constant discomfort, and sometimes it’s significant fucking knock me on my ass sort of pain. That’s just fucking rude.
My tits hurt right now in case you didn’t pick up on that.
I have a super early morning tomorrow, which is causing me anxiety, so I can’t relax enough to sleep. My brain is stupid.
So meme drop? Most def.
I was one of those weirdo law students who loved Property. Hello…the rule against perpetuities? So fun.
Shout out to my husband for spending his evening assembling my new desk. It was more involved than it probably seems from looking at its simple design.
I love, love, love it.
Now for the fun part: decorating!
Just took the first pill after a 16 month break. Here’s hoping the next five years will be side effect free. Of course, in five years they’re going to say, “Studies have shown that five more years would be even more beneficial.” So really I’ll likely be taking this drug for the rest of my life. If this is what it takes, then so be it.
Great character development, creepy atmosphere, compelling storyline, and a killer ending. Recommended.
And extra af. Lol.
It was a bitch getting it on, but worth it.
Another day, another dot.
You can’t take a day off from kicking ass.
Do you ever see a pic of someone and think: ugh I banged that motherfucker? Just me? Ugggghhhhh.
I’m two hefty tequila shots, one IPA, one Bud Light, and 1 1/2 Corona Extras into my evening. The goal: getting drunk tonight, bro.
We ran/walked the husky a little over a mile. I made them race me a couple of times. They won, but it was a challenge, and that’s a win as far as I’m concerned.
Freya came by tonight to grab something. Her mom was all like:
…when I said hi, which is pretty typical, tbh. It’s either “omgggggggg hi!” or Daenerys meme face. There is no in between. I suppose I understand this. It makes me lol though. I’m way past being sorry about it. The only reason it’s remarkable is because I’m still not used to people hating me this much. Lol.
Not gonna lie…a part of me enjoys being hated this much. Living well is the best revenge.
My business partner got all pissy today because we didn’t let him go all old white guy blowhard on our three new 19-year-old female minor in possession clients. Trust me, it was for the best. We are several thousand dollars richer because of it.
But he also told me that, while at court yesterday, a bunch of the male bk attorneys were like “we like you, but we like jenn better because she is hot af,” and I’m like: yes, bitch.
Listen…I’m 40 and imma take what I can get compliment wise, okay? OK!
I’m drunk. For sure.
I DON’T EVEN GIVE A FUCK, BRO
Btw…I think I was wrong about my friendship tanking. I got more inside info, and it seems that it’s a weird jealous gf situation, which makes me lol. For reasons. Anyway, I think it’s fixable. And that makes me happy.
It’s only Tuesday. How even?????
Alrighty, I’m going to go fuck the shit out of my husband now. Because it’s Tuesday night, baby, and I’m alive.
Love you bye.