I Passed My Tests
There are a number of certification tests that I needed to take to actually qualify for a job with the tax service this year. The Level 1 test, policy & procedure, and bank product tests were all insanely easy. Level 2 was simple enough, but it took awhile and some of the questions were deliberately tricky. Level 3 was nasty, but I passed it. I technically didn't have to do level 3, the boss only requires that we are certified Level 2, but I just wanted to see if I could do it.
So, anyone have questions about the federal or Kansas tax codes?
Now that it looks as if I will definitely be gainfully employed for at least 3 1/2 months next year, I thought I should go and buy some decent clothes. Most of that will have to wait until next week or later, but Avenue was having a great sale today. I got a very nice shirt. The feel of it is a little summerish, but I like it anyway. I also got a jacket that isn't exactly business-like, but will certainly do for the business casual wardrobe that I'm required to have for work. Now I need a few more shirts, some pants (every pair of pants in Avenue seemed to have "skinny" legs. I am a fat girl in a store specifically for fat girls. Why should there be skinny anything in it. My mother, and this is funny if you've ever actually looked at her, said that the pants made me look like a "Christmas ball with legs." I didn't buy them. Oh, they did have one pair of really really wide leg pants, wider than I usually wear even, but they were petites and about 2 inches too short for me. Grrr.), and at least one pair of good shoes. I also need to get my hair cut and invest in some make-up. Sadly, I've never replaced any of mine since the fire in January.
In other, tangentially related news, I nearly did kill my mother this week. If I had magical powers that could kill over a phone line she seriously would not be walking around. As it is, I think I may have cracked the phone when I threw it across the room after hanging up from the third stupid, inane, and freakishly long conversation with her in forty minutes. I'm used to her calling up to ask me idiotic things. That wasn't the problem. The problem is that just before hanging up the phone the first time, I said to her, "I'm just now pulling up my Level 3 test, so I'm going to be busy for the next couple of hours." I seriously just clicked agree on the TOS which basically said I wouldn't ask other people for the answers, when she called back in one of her frequent and completely unnecessary panics about whether or not we had something. Hang up the phone. Fifteen minutes later and I'm in the middle of a long and involved problem which I'm juggling two tax books and two websites to try and get the right answer for and she's calling back to read the freaking Hy-Vee ad to me over the phone so I can tell her if I think each and every item is a particularly good buy, including the ones that we both know she would have no intention of buying if they were 1 cent each. Seriously, she's lucky to still be alive today.
So, anyone have questions about the federal or Kansas tax codes?
Now that it looks as if I will definitely be gainfully employed for at least 3 1/2 months next year, I thought I should go and buy some decent clothes. Most of that will have to wait until next week or later, but Avenue was having a great sale today. I got a very nice shirt. The feel of it is a little summerish, but I like it anyway. I also got a jacket that isn't exactly business-like, but will certainly do for the business casual wardrobe that I'm required to have for work. Now I need a few more shirts, some pants (every pair of pants in Avenue seemed to have "skinny" legs. I am a fat girl in a store specifically for fat girls. Why should there be skinny anything in it. My mother, and this is funny if you've ever actually looked at her, said that the pants made me look like a "Christmas ball with legs." I didn't buy them. Oh, they did have one pair of really really wide leg pants, wider than I usually wear even, but they were petites and about 2 inches too short for me. Grrr.), and at least one pair of good shoes. I also need to get my hair cut and invest in some make-up. Sadly, I've never replaced any of mine since the fire in January.
In other, tangentially related news, I nearly did kill my mother this week. If I had magical powers that could kill over a phone line she seriously would not be walking around. As it is, I think I may have cracked the phone when I threw it across the room after hanging up from the third stupid, inane, and freakishly long conversation with her in forty minutes. I'm used to her calling up to ask me idiotic things. That wasn't the problem. The problem is that just before hanging up the phone the first time, I said to her, "I'm just now pulling up my Level 3 test, so I'm going to be busy for the next couple of hours." I seriously just clicked agree on the TOS which basically said I wouldn't ask other people for the answers, when she called back in one of her frequent and completely unnecessary panics about whether or not we had something. Hang up the phone. Fifteen minutes later and I'm in the middle of a long and involved problem which I'm juggling two tax books and two websites to try and get the right answer for and she's calling back to read the freaking Hy-Vee ad to me over the phone so I can tell her if I think each and every item is a particularly good buy, including the ones that we both know she would have no intention of buying if they were 1 cent each. Seriously, she's lucky to still be alive today.