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[viedma]

One by request for Miss Vali...



Isn't Ten DREEEEAMY? The way he's cheerful one second and destroying your universe in the next? *sigh*


And the next one, for me this time...


Ahh, tax season at the library, oh my it's a joyful place. I would like to take this moment to tell all the people who won't be reading this that I am not a tax professional, I never will be a tax professional. I just hand out the forms. Trust me when I tell you I have no super-secret knowledge I am keeping from you just to make your life hard. If I knew how to answer the question, believe me when I tell you that I would've answered it half an hour ago and saved myself a lot of aggravation.

Someday I'm going to say why not when someone pushes me like this and just give out random bits of half-cocked advice just to see what'll happen. Or maybe not.

Comments

[jonquil.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, I remember tax season. "I can tell you how to photocopy this. After that, it's between you and your God."

[averysmallthing.livejournal.com]

I worked in a bookstore. Parents would call the night before a book report was due.

Them: "So, um, do you have Jane Eyre?"

Me: "Yeah."

Them: "Can you briefly summarize the significance of Jane's time with St. John and her decision to return to Mr. Rochester?"

Me: O_o "You got brass ones."

[theodicy.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't believe you and Vali haven't written you entire dialogues for Tax Season. Becoming fuller and fuller of teh crazy at five-minute intervals.

BTW, will you poke the wyfe, please?

Hey, V, loved the "GWTW" parody.

That's all.

[lizbee.livejournal.com]

The funny thing is, even working in a bookstore I get people asking for help with their taxes. I JUST SELL THE BOOKS, DUDE. I CAN RECOMMEND A GOOD ONE TO HELP YOU LEGALLY REDUCE YOUR TAX. THAT'S THE LIMIT OF MY TALENTS. *facepalm*

If they only knew what their broker did...

[bodhibird.livejournal.com]

When I worked for the Periodicals Department, "tax season" meant people calling us up to look up decades-old stocks in The Wall Street Journal that had changed names three or four times and try to find the closing price on a given date when their Uncle Maynard bought it for them, or whatever. I used to imagine people paying their brokers and tax repairers loads of money per hour, not knowing that the broker's underlings would just call the library and get the information for free!