I have a $75,000 tax debt to the IRS for a house I've never seen the deed to.
How do you "*" that blubbery double-take face shake thing?
Yea, a property that was transferred into my name for credit approval on me not only didn't help my credit, but left me with a huge tax debt. Now I've got to do a whole bunch of shit just to avoid up in a federal prison cause, uh, I don't have that money.
My student loan fell through at the last moment, or something? I don't know I didn't bother getting the whole story - I've got less than two weeks to come up with this money. Heres the best part, In order to do it I'm going to sell my jeep, getting a cheaper car that gets better milage, more cargo room, more features, and AWD. Then I take the remainder and invest in some stock Ive been researching and pay for school and bank the rest.
That is "the worst possible plan" according to my father. So in addition to running around like a chicken with it's head cut off and two issues for which he does not have the titles (jeep and house) scramble to get to him, I've got to tell my dad that my master plan, his anti-plan, is the route I'm taking, and that somehow he should not be offended.
It's not like I'm complaining, I'm working hard, and I'm going back to UMass. I'm even going to use my AMEX as the middle man between loan money or car money and school, so I'll have mad points at graduation and I can take a cheap month long trip. But damn. It's a lot to be thinking about. And a lot of pressure.
For the first time ever, i didnt sneeze at work. Then my supervisor approached me and told me to make sure I scheduled my review when my 90 days was up because I was counting at an [extremely high rate, especially since I've only been with the company two weeks, and I deserve to be making a lot more.]
FYI, they give you a chart to see what to strive for for certain pay levels, and I averaged about $12.
So work was bomb, plus i completed my pay form for driving, and direct deposit. My next paycheck is gonna be HUGE! Which will make up for my 1 day 3 hour 27 dollar napkin I got today.
Fri, Jun. 1st, 2007, 12:26 pm
A job where I get pay raises quickly, based on how well I work. After as few as 4 weeks, I could jump from $9/hour to $11/hour. Sweet. Also, I guess I get to approve or deny my schedule as far as three weeks in advance, so I can control how many hours I want to work, and what days. And the icing on the cake is that not only can I come back and work during winter break, but their busiest time is after the holiday season, aka, January. Therefore, when most everyone is back at school and I have shit to do, I'll have a ton of work I can do and make a shitload of cash really quickly. By that I mean, probably around $1600 in that one month, maybe more if I work hard now and get some fat raises.
Technically I don't have the job yet, but I was invited back for a second interview on Tuesday, and if that goes well, then I start my paid training soon after.
I just cashed the last two of my UMass paychecks, barely totaling more than $100, but It put me back over the $1000 savings mark. This new job pays weekly, a nice change from the biweekly-ass-ness I've grown accustom to. Hopefully I'll be working by the end of next week, and be putting money in the bank, so I can treat a certain person who's been helping me out whilst being jobless, even though she's paid like a queen in comparison. =P
Since my radio's broken, I keep hearing that song, and I think I understand it now. Perhaps it's true that only shooting stars break the mold. Something to strive for.
Saw this entry, talking about my Fay friends, and was like, who the fuck is this?
3 minutes later, I realize I had wrote it.
My head is pounding. I just watched two hours on programs about Judas and his lost gospel, early A.D. religious history, including judaic (SP?), christian and christian divergents, and gnosticism. I'm sitting in the basement trying to dicern what I believe about the world, trying to grapple with ideas of multiple Gods or semi Gods and natural forces and what that means in my life and the possibility of an afterlife, let alone what that might be like.
And the reason I have a headache? My cousin has over 5 friends, and they're all playing the loudest group MAGIC the gathering Card game Ive ever been around.
Can't wait to get back to MA. Miss my boys, miss my girl more.
In case I don't see you, Merry Christmas y'all.
cept you, Michelle, happy Hannukah!
And you Kristen, happy Kwanza (if you celebrate it, and I don't know anyone who does, but just in case).
Oh, and on a super-spectacular-awesome note, I was talking to my uncle today about marketing and advertising his business, the one I someday hope to be a huge part of and set myself for life with, and he says: "it sounds easy, but when you follow me you can't just go and open shop, there's a lot of prep work to be done first."
"WHEN YOU FOLLOW ME"
I could bitch and moan about how presumptuous it is to assume I'd be part of the business someday, or I could shut the fuck up and be stoked that he assumes I will be following in his footsteps. I just found out that he spends $80,000 a year on advertising alone.
His wife drives a BMW SUV and he drives a Cadillac SUV. Im not saying either of those are what I want, but that's definately a result of the financial security that I definately wouldn't mind. I mean DAMN!
Thu, Sep. 7th, 2006, 01:57 am
People who do it all, and are perfect 99% of the time don't realize that it's ok to need help every once in a while. Sometimes they need someone to tell them how amazing they are and how much they're appreciated.
So here goes:
Kim, you're amazing and beautiful and I don't know what I'd do without you. You take care of me when I need it, whether I want it or not, and I can't thank you enough for it. Don't ever change. I love you so much.
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Thats all you need to know. Sweet day. Sweet night. Sweet summer. Peace.
There are residual feelings - they just happen to not be love, excitement, happiness, or any of the happy nice feelings. After the way I was treated, please don't just walk up and act like nothing ever happened. Sorry, I don't work like that.
On a brighter note, it's almost the weekend. And I took the top off of my Jeep. *crosses fingers for good weather for a while* Ive realized that it doesnt make sense to always worry about saving money on gas, being able to go anywhere via off roading, and drive around with the top off/down is worth so much more, because im young, and I want to have fun. Plus, even if I split the insurance with my dad, id save like $200 a year or something after a lot of hassle or trading a car.
Also, Pete might buy my bike for $1100. Thatll cover all the costs i put into equipment and title, and just a little profit cause of the marketplace. And he seems stoked to get it, with the means to fix/maintain it. Everyone wins.
Kim might be coming to spend the weekend? Sweet. Bonfire? also sweet.
ALSO! Geoff just called a few hours ago, his uncle is going to vegas for a week, and needs someone to housesit and dogsit from the 4th to the 9th. So I get to live closer to work and worcester for a week, chill in a sweet house with these two friendly big ass dogs, and get paid for it. Bet you they have HBO too. Hooray on demand.
So yea, its been a rough week, but the future/present is very bright.
Sat, Jul. 1st, 2006, 11:09 am
So the last few days have been nothing short of ridiculous; in sleep, work, and play.
Ive been living in the living room of my house, because crazy germans are vising and got my room. I get to move back in tuesday, hella lame.
Ive been working 8-6 everyday, a nice 50 hour week at the most physically demanding job ive ever had. Running around trying to keep up with these little monsters. The pay should be sweet though. But I enjoy the work, but not really the work so much as the other counselors, lifeguards, and Annie and Ulysses Mcgee, who is blessed with the sweetest name ever, and some sick dredds.
So the other day I was chillin with Kim after work, and we were gonna go on a date to go see Click, but I was too tired, and she wasnt really in the mood for a funny movie, so we went back to the asylum and did some offroading. Very cool, drove through this field with giant, car swallowing potholes, up mulch piles, etc. Found a new route around the buildings at Umass; the lawn.
So afterwards we go to wendys, and hung in the car in the parking lot talking for a bit, till I heard my sirens going off. This guy behind me with this truck is shooting off the same noises, so I match every one of his, including ice cream truck noises, and animals of course. I pull back, and its another jeep. And we talk for a few and laugh about driving jeeps and making noises. Laugh laugh laugh. ANd then I left.
SO that brings me to yesterday. Saw Click with Kim, very funny movie. Went back and watched zorro, very mexican. Then I slept. Yes! I slept. After all week of gettting 5 or 6 hours a night before work, I got a good 8 or 9 hours. mmm.
But strangely enough I'm glad to be here.
I came down to Maryland to visit my family, but mostly to see my dog, Sophie. Afterall, she's the only one I can't talk to over the phone or email.
But when I showed up, I found Sophie in less-than-perfect condition. She didn't even come greet me when I walked through the door. Normally she'd be bounding all over me for agood 48 over span. I wandered through the house to find her lying in my sisters room, breathing heavily. My parents told me that over the past few weeks, her breathing has gotten steadily worse. She was on antibiotics, but was going in for xrays in a day or two.
Probably the worst thing was watching her struggle for breath constantly. She could barely get up by herself. She did however, follow me around when I wasn't by her side for most of sunday and monday. My parents said that she seemed happier and more active than she'd been in a long time, and theyre convinced that she was waiting to see me again before she died.
I took her to the vet today, and they took xrays. They found advanced stages of lung cancer in the form of a large tumor. We think it's spread since she's been losing control of her left eye. She cant keep it open, and she cant keep it closed. Her fat has disappeared, and you can see her ribs and the shape of her lungs when she breathes. Muscles have all but disappeared.
Tonight I woke up from a short nap to my sister screaming at the top of her lungs. We had been paying a lot of attention to sophie, and not very much to cocoa, my little sisters dog, and a few months ago this sorta thing led to cocoa attacking sophie in a rather vicious fashion. Anyway, I heard her scream, and assumed the worst; cocoa was mangling my weakened, diesease ridden pup. I ran upstairs as fast as I could, and found my dog lying on the floor in a puddle of her own drool and blood, which she's been coughing up for quite some time now, looking like she was choking. Apparently she was in the middle of a seizure. It was awful, probably one of the most awful things I've ever witnessed, and my cousin has seizures all the time. I held her down with my father, and we petted her until she regained conciousness. She was ok, breathing heavily for awhile, although the seizure left her left eye rolled back into her head and paralyzed it seemed.
Tomorrow we're putting her down. The family is miserable, but we took some nice pictures of her with the family, spoiled her with lots of treats, and have been petting her non-stop pretty much. Shes not in pain the doctors say, and she'll die happy with the family. I'm just glad I got to say goodbye.