Tax forms and credit card fraud
(Isn't that a leading intro?)
Jan 31 is usually a day of terrible. It just is. It's the day I have to verify, prep, print and mail all of the 1099 forms for the various companies (one C-corp, one S-corp, 2 LLCs). I also have to do W2s, though since the employee list is very short that doesn't take much time. This year I had a new wrinkle thrown in, I was asked to prepare a 1099 for a contractor who took money from my brother but didn't do the work. I don't have a tax ID for this jerkface. The certified letter we sent to his residence HE HAS NEVER PICKED UP. (Said certified letter contained a form W-9, request for tax ID, as well as a letter that was copied to our attorney.) Needless to say, I was at a bit of a frustrated loss as to exactly how to prepare this tax form while lacking some of the most basic information. I think the best thing that happened yesterday was seeing the chiro.
I have to interrupt myself for a moment to talk about my chiro. The office I go to is a pair of brothers, a father and a sister, though the latter two seem to keep to the other offices in the city and I've only seen the brothers. Dr Keith, my normal chiro, looks rather like Russell Brand, long hair and everything. Dr Kyle, his younger brother, looks rather like an older, heavier version of Zac Efron. I forget who I was talking with who said that chiropractors always look like some celebrity, but clearly in my case it's proving true. (For the record, even though I've only seen Dr Kyle twice in my month of chiro indoctrination, I think I like his adjustments slightly more. But Dr Keith talks basketball with me every time. Either way, I'm probably 95% out of pain compared to when I first went earlier this month, so I am a believer.)
Cue this morning. Receive phone call from credit card company's fraud monitoring department. These aren't unusual, we often get them when the boss is traveling and bought something outside our normal buying pattern. Went through a few charges with her and, yeah, the card got compromised on the recent Texas jaunt. I owe some fuckhead in Seguin a BEATDOWN. What definitely tipped me off was a hotel charge in San Antonio. I do not think I have EVER stayed in a hotel in San Antonio, nor has my boss. When you have no less than ten relatives or friends, there's always a place to stay. Also, hotels do not charge flat dollar amounts, FFS. So I have to monitor the activity daily until boss returns from Denver, then the card will be cancelled and I have to memorize new numbers ALL OVER AGAIN. I think this is the THIRD time this has happened with this particular card.
RAWR.
Jan 31 is usually a day of terrible. It just is. It's the day I have to verify, prep, print and mail all of the 1099 forms for the various companies (one C-corp, one S-corp, 2 LLCs). I also have to do W2s, though since the employee list is very short that doesn't take much time. This year I had a new wrinkle thrown in, I was asked to prepare a 1099 for a contractor who took money from my brother but didn't do the work. I don't have a tax ID for this jerkface. The certified letter we sent to his residence HE HAS NEVER PICKED UP. (Said certified letter contained a form W-9, request for tax ID, as well as a letter that was copied to our attorney.) Needless to say, I was at a bit of a frustrated loss as to exactly how to prepare this tax form while lacking some of the most basic information. I think the best thing that happened yesterday was seeing the chiro.
I have to interrupt myself for a moment to talk about my chiro. The office I go to is a pair of brothers, a father and a sister, though the latter two seem to keep to the other offices in the city and I've only seen the brothers. Dr Keith, my normal chiro, looks rather like Russell Brand, long hair and everything. Dr Kyle, his younger brother, looks rather like an older, heavier version of Zac Efron. I forget who I was talking with who said that chiropractors always look like some celebrity, but clearly in my case it's proving true. (For the record, even though I've only seen Dr Kyle twice in my month of chiro indoctrination, I think I like his adjustments slightly more. But Dr Keith talks basketball with me every time. Either way, I'm probably 95% out of pain compared to when I first went earlier this month, so I am a believer.)
Cue this morning. Receive phone call from credit card company's fraud monitoring department. These aren't unusual, we often get them when the boss is traveling and bought something outside our normal buying pattern. Went through a few charges with her and, yeah, the card got compromised on the recent Texas jaunt. I owe some fuckhead in Seguin a BEATDOWN. What definitely tipped me off was a hotel charge in San Antonio. I do not think I have EVER stayed in a hotel in San Antonio, nor has my boss. When you have no less than ten relatives or friends, there's always a place to stay. Also, hotels do not charge flat dollar amounts, FFS. So I have to monitor the activity daily until boss returns from Denver, then the card will be cancelled and I have to memorize new numbers ALL OVER AGAIN. I think this is the THIRD time this has happened with this particular card.
RAWR.