How to simultaneously depress and amuse yourself...or brownies solve EVERYTHING
Step One: Acquire federal and state tax forms. Realize that the federal tax form has automatically put in a bunch of zeros - throw that one away and get another one.
Step Two: Begin filling out federal tax form. Get to the point where you find out your refund/taxes owed. Fill it out wrong and owe the government something like your next three paychecks. Be horrified and depressed.
Step Three: Continuing the depression state, throw form over shoulder and sulk for a minute. Turn on music to fit your mood.
Step Four: Realize abruptly that you looked up the wrong amount on the table. Grab form and fill in correct amounts. Refunds ahoy!
Step Five: Do happy refund dance and begin work on state tax form. (partake of celebratory cupcake if one is available.)
Step Six: Get three lines into the state form and discover that it is essentially written in complete gibberish. (My what goes where now and how much and wait what the hell does like 27c have to do with line 14 a? I thought they were totally different. You want what number where? Oh total wages? Umm...which total wages? From which form now? Um...are you sure I'm not missing like an entire page of instructions here? Or maybe ten?)
Step Seven: Now being once more thoroughly depressed with taxes take out the federal form and fill in the numbers you would love to have. Be depressed you don't have them, but amused nonetheless.
Now to further depress yourself open the terms agreement the credit card company sent you and feel your jaw slam into the floor as fast as you can rad for they're making your finance charge leap high into the air, and I believe they are also laughing their asses off at you.
Resolve to find either a second job or one that pays better. Realize you're insane because the only people hiring pay less than you make.
Eat popcorn, watch Torchwood, and try very hard not to weep.
Wish some freakily insane alien would appear and fix all financial issues with a snap of his fingers and a goofy smile.
Realize you're an idiot and go make brownies.
Brownies solve everything.
Step Two: Begin filling out federal tax form. Get to the point where you find out your refund/taxes owed. Fill it out wrong and owe the government something like your next three paychecks. Be horrified and depressed.
Step Three: Continuing the depression state, throw form over shoulder and sulk for a minute. Turn on music to fit your mood.
Step Four: Realize abruptly that you looked up the wrong amount on the table. Grab form and fill in correct amounts. Refunds ahoy!
Step Five: Do happy refund dance and begin work on state tax form. (partake of celebratory cupcake if one is available.)
Step Six: Get three lines into the state form and discover that it is essentially written in complete gibberish. (My what goes where now and how much and wait what the hell does like 27c have to do with line 14 a? I thought they were totally different. You want what number where? Oh total wages? Umm...which total wages? From which form now? Um...are you sure I'm not missing like an entire page of instructions here? Or maybe ten?)
Step Seven: Now being once more thoroughly depressed with taxes take out the federal form and fill in the numbers you would love to have. Be depressed you don't have them, but amused nonetheless.
Now to further depress yourself open the terms agreement the credit card company sent you and feel your jaw slam into the floor as fast as you can rad for they're making your finance charge leap high into the air, and I believe they are also laughing their asses off at you.
Resolve to find either a second job or one that pays better. Realize you're insane because the only people hiring pay less than you make.
Eat popcorn, watch Torchwood, and try very hard not to weep.
Wish some freakily insane alien would appear and fix all financial issues with a snap of his fingers and a goofy smile.
Realize you're an idiot and go make brownies.
Brownies solve everything.