Saturday, October 11, 2008

I Love My Life, Really I Do

So I show up at The Grocery Store at 6pm for my shift. I clocked in only to have it say,
'Too early, see your manager,' which was really strange considering I was actually two minutes late.

Was I not scheduled tonight? Did I mix up my hours or something?

Nope, I looked at the schedule and they had changed my hours from 6-midnight to 8-midnight. All three nights this weekend, and the one night I'm scheduled to work next weekend.

Shit.

Sorry, but this warrants profanity.

In keeping with the theme of the night my friend hands me this thick envelope when I clock back in at eight that says 'personal and confidential' all over the front of it. Crap, this can't be good either. I finally got a chance to look at it an hour or so into work.

The IRS has tracked me down and decided to garnish my wages against back-taxes that my husband and I owe.

Shit.

When I finally stop having a heart attack and look at the dates on the paperwork I see that they were due October 6, and that 'heavy fines will be incurred if this is not dealt with in a timely manner.'

Double-shit.

Guess I'm making some phone calls on Monday.

This starts a whole avalanche of trouble and puts me in a world of hurt because not only are they going to garnish these wages, they'll come after my wages at the school, and then they'll clean out my bank account. I know this because they've already done this to my husband, and they're garnishing 25% of his paycheck.

What frustrates me the most is that I've been trying to take care of it. I've contacted the tax advocate office through the IRS twice now, and they've never gotten back to me. I've never been able to get a hold of a live person there. As far as I can tell, they only have an automated voicemail that tells you to leave your information and that they'll get in contact with you no later than one business day after you leave the message. My next step is to call the regular IRS number and to go down to the physical Tax advocate office. Who knows, maybe that's automated too.

Like I said, I love my life.

I'm going to bed.

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