I hate Nordstrom
So, I usually love Tax Time. Normally my return will range anywhere from 300-1300$ for the year, which is great. Any extra money is great. This year, I just received my W-2 from Nordstrom, and apparently they neglected to charge me any income tax for the last four months I worked there (january-april). How they did this, I do not know, but it is completely fucking with my return. I remember at one point I did take the option of exempt, for ONE CHECK, but I remember signing the W-2 form to switch my taxes back afterwards. So....basically, for four whole months I didn't pay taxes with them. Now, I'm hoping that, after I call them today, there may be some miracle where they had just made a mistake, but the Nordstrom I worked at is closed, so I have to call Fasion Place and hope they have information for me. THis sucks, in conclusion. This means I have gone from, potentially, receiving a large return to most likely having to OWE the government....which is awesome and all.
Needless to say that kind of ruined my week.
In other news, I am getting a big paycheck tomorrow, which is good. This will help to go towards all the money I'll be paying to the IRS. whatever.
Yesterday was my first Calculus test, and I think it went really well considering i've been terrified of Calculus for the longest time and always just assumed I would flunk out the first time I took it, I may actually do alright in it.
I'm sad to be back from San Francisco. It's nice to be home, but San Francisco was, (and always is), so amazing that regular life pales in comparison. I just wish I could save up enough money to move there. Everything about that city is beautiful, and I wish i lived in Maren's apartment. It was fun staying in a hotel at the Wharf, though. It was actually a pretty calm weekend, except for all of us getting way too trashed on Friday and Maren laying in the rain on her roof talking to Jim while Jordan and I stumbled back. A lot of saturday was wasted by my hangover, since I felt Like I was going to puke the first part of the morning. Maren went to Walgreens and bought me oatmeal which I had to eat with the end of a razor for lack of spoon. She and Jordan also bought me a pillow at Walgreens which said "just think pink" which made me throw up in my mouth when I first saw it, and I have no idea why.
Now i'm back at work and eating cup of noodles for breakfast
Needless to say that kind of ruined my week.
In other news, I am getting a big paycheck tomorrow, which is good. This will help to go towards all the money I'll be paying to the IRS. whatever.
Yesterday was my first Calculus test, and I think it went really well considering i've been terrified of Calculus for the longest time and always just assumed I would flunk out the first time I took it, I may actually do alright in it.
I'm sad to be back from San Francisco. It's nice to be home, but San Francisco was, (and always is), so amazing that regular life pales in comparison. I just wish I could save up enough money to move there. Everything about that city is beautiful, and I wish i lived in Maren's apartment. It was fun staying in a hotel at the Wharf, though. It was actually a pretty calm weekend, except for all of us getting way too trashed on Friday and Maren laying in the rain on her roof talking to Jim while Jordan and I stumbled back. A lot of saturday was wasted by my hangover, since I felt Like I was going to puke the first part of the morning. Maren went to Walgreens and bought me oatmeal which I had to eat with the end of a razor for lack of spoon. She and Jordan also bought me a pillow at Walgreens which said "just think pink" which made me throw up in my mouth when I first saw it, and I have no idea why.
Now i'm back at work and eating cup of noodles for breakfast