Well, that's how the saying goes, isn't it?
Money has been on my mind quite a bit recently. For starters, I just finished my taxes and what should have been a healthy little exercise turned out to be quite a lot less fun than normal (which isn't much fun at all).
I had done my taxes on the H&R Block website last year, for free, so went to sign in this year. I go through the whole process without a problem and get to the end and leave it to check on a few things with Rian (and in hopes that it will somehow give me more of a refund. lol) and I get back, thining all I have to do is basically "click" send when it tells me that I can't e-file (on any site, period) because of my filing status.
Fine, I'll just print it out so I talk to their chat helper person - the first one who doesn't recieve my messages and closes the window sooo I talk to another and he keeps telling me to click links which aren't there because, as it turns out, I have to pay. He tells me that, in order to use this service for free, I need to register a new account and cannot import any of my information.
Okay, fiiine! Be that way if you want. So I go to register a new account and they won't let me select the status I want at all! After a few phone calls to the IRS, I order some forms to be sent to me because I have no printer ink and don't know the password to Wendy's computer. >_>
However, my aunt and I stopped off at the library a few days later and picked up the forms I needed (and instructions!) after I went driving. So, yesterday I start my taxes and I finish my federal, only to see that I somehow owe them money, but H&R Block had said I'd be getting a refund.
As it turns out, I forgot to -ahem* claim myself and after I fixed that minor error, I got the same results as I had on the web site and went ahead and did my state taxes, as well. I intended to send them off today but became distracted by Maple Story. -lol*
My taxes are about a third of what they were last years, which seems to be common among everyone I know. -stomps* I want money, dammit!
Speaking of - we finally recieved our bonus checks from work for not going over our alloted accidents for the safety committee. They kept telling us it was "$500" but it turns out, that they took out taxes - about $150 from mine. They might as well not tell us to expect anything because we expect what they say and a lot of people made plans for all of the $500. I really don't need it, but it's the principle of the thing, y'know?
I thought I was starting to save up the money I'd spent, but my checking account has quite a bit less than I thought - I think because I forgot to factor in bills. Damn them!
As I'm looking at my account statement, I see that I'm beeing charged for Emusic.com and while I signed up for a free trial several months ago, and haven't used it since, they seem to think it's okay ot start billing me without even letting me know, so I sent them a scathing e-mail demanding my money back! d=
Alas, I need to throw my clothes in the washer and hit the sack, like I intended to do almost an hour and a half ago!
Cole @ 2:06 PM
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I love this site!
Tehehe.
Major Updates
hearing: Ozzy - See You On The Other Side
feeling: Cold and dirty
browsing: Overhead in New York
Girl: How come you don't eat me out anymore?
Guy: You have ridiculously strong thighs.
Girl: So?
Guy: When you cum you crush my head.
Girl: Jesus, you're such a pussy.
--L train
Cole @ 5:09 AM
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feeling: Cold and dirty
browsing: Overhead in New York
Girl: How come you don't eat me out anymore?
Guy: You have ridiculously strong thighs.
Girl: So?
Guy: When you cum you crush my head.
Girl: Jesus, you're such a pussy.
--L train
Cole @ 5:09 AM
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"Forgive Me"
Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I felt that I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to kill those words for you
Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never meant to hurt you
Cole @ 7:42 PM
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Can you forgive me again?
I don't know what I said
But I didn't mean to hurt you
I heard the words come out
I felt that I would die
It hurt so much to hurt you
Then you look at me
You're not shouting anymore
You're silently broken
I'd give anything now
to kill those words for you
Each time I say something I regret I cry "I don't want to lose you."
But somehow I know that you will never leave me, yeah.
'Cause you were made for me
Somehow I'll make you see
How happy you make me
I can't live this life
Without you by my side
I need you to survive
So stay with me
You look in my eyes and I'm screaming inside that I'm sorry.
And you forgive me again
You're my one true friend
And I never meant to hurt you
Cole @ 7:42 PM
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feeling: Headachey and extremely tired
So, after about an hour of sleep I'm all refreshed and ready to work tonight - not. I went to bed around noon but just couldn't manage to fall asleep, probably because I slept so much and so late this morning.
Anywhoo, I was waiting for Mom to call when she was done with work so Wendy and I cuold go over there and iron on some transfers to make Wendy a Dir en Grey tank top for her concert on Tuesday.
Unfortunately, it just wasn't going right from the get-go. First, Wendy had to run home because she realized she forgot the shirt. LOL. Then I realized I had to invert the images (I lost the main instruction sheet and couldn't remember since it'd been so long and the only one I had said you didn't need to invert it)! Finally, we get to ironing after running home twice, having Floppy jump on the ironing board with the hot iron, and it doesn't work.
It wouldn't peel off. The paper hardened and stuff to the shirt. So we figure we'll iron the back just to see if that would work and it turns out the image wasn't inverted even though we'd run home to invert it? It didn't work anyway so we attempted to peel the hardened paper from the tank top but that failed, too.
So now I'm home with a headache and no sleep and I have the distinct pleasure, no, honour of going in to work. Not only do I get to work with Diane (aka the slowest cashier on the face of the planet) and Kim (aka read my "Dear X" post) but the new overnight CSM, Katie, starts. After working there for a full 3 weeks she earns promotion - how the hell?! Anyway, I'll miss Deb once she goes back to grocery but hopefully I'll be out of there soon - I applied for 10 or so places online a few days ago.
Cole @ 8:12 PM
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So, after about an hour of sleep I'm all refreshed and ready to work tonight - not. I went to bed around noon but just couldn't manage to fall asleep, probably because I slept so much and so late this morning.
Anywhoo, I was waiting for Mom to call when she was done with work so Wendy and I cuold go over there and iron on some transfers to make Wendy a Dir en Grey tank top for her concert on Tuesday.
Unfortunately, it just wasn't going right from the get-go. First, Wendy had to run home because she realized she forgot the shirt. LOL. Then I realized I had to invert the images (I lost the main instruction sheet and couldn't remember since it'd been so long and the only one I had said you didn't need to invert it)! Finally, we get to ironing after running home twice, having Floppy jump on the ironing board with the hot iron, and it doesn't work.
It wouldn't peel off. The paper hardened and stuff to the shirt. So we figure we'll iron the back just to see if that would work and it turns out the image wasn't inverted even though we'd run home to invert it? It didn't work anyway so we attempted to peel the hardened paper from the tank top but that failed, too.
So now I'm home with a headache and no sleep and I have the distinct pleasure, no, honour of going in to work. Not only do I get to work with Diane (aka the slowest cashier on the face of the planet) and Kim (aka read my "Dear X" post) but the new overnight CSM, Katie, starts. After working there for a full 3 weeks she earns promotion - how the hell?! Anyway, I'll miss Deb once she goes back to grocery but hopefully I'll be out of there soon - I applied for 10 or so places online a few days ago.
Cole @ 8:12 PM
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On Lavish there is a forum called "Dear X" where you can write letters "to" people without them ever seeing them. I wrote this to/about CSM Kim, one of my immediate supervisors.
dear x,
while I think that you are a pretty nice person in general, and you're more competent than some of my other supervisors, I think you should know that you have the world's most obnoxious personality and you're job is redundant. I don't need a supervisor and I'm not stupid, if you haven't notice.
Speaking of you being an unnecessary addition to the payroll, if we don't need you, why do you feel that we do?! Why do you never takes breaks?! We can take care of ourselves and we'll probably be better off if you go away.
You probably realize this to a point - which is why you tell us to do stuff (which we already know) just to be authoratative which only angers us more.
I don't need you to tell me I'm going on 17 when it's just you, me and Diane. I always go on 17 when it's us 3.
I don't need you to tell me to go on lunch at 2:30 when I always go at 2:30.
I don't need you to tell me to sign off and I especially don't need you to do it for me! I am not stupid.
You are a member of management, technically, so you should not be afraid to talk to other members of management. I am not. When I need to ask something, I ask it!
The way you always eavesdrop is rude, to say the least! If I am having a conversation with someone and did not invite you, back the fuck off! If you think I'm wasting time, then say so but eavesdropping is not the way to do it.
Stop bitching. Period.
I don't care about your personal life, your stupid valentine's ring, what you had for dinner or what you're having for lunch, how you didn't get enough sleep or won't be getting enough sleep, or how your car got stuck. And for Christ's sake, stop talking abuot sex and your period. You are hideous and your husband is even worse. Some of us don't want to hear this shit. (And how your period smells?! WTF?!)
And you're really trying too hard to impress us with your anime knowledge.
Oh, your husband knows computers? I've been around a few in my time, too, and he's got at least 10 years on me.
Speaking of your husband, I think that if I have to hear you use the term 'hubby' once more, I'm going to kill you and Rian is not my "hubby." People who use that term are 40 year old, white trailer trash hos wearing spandex and/or sweats and eating popcorn while watching Jeopardy.
You are not my friend and I only speak to you when I have to, please get that through your head. I'm not going to like you any better if you constantly offer me food.
What's with this ignoring the customers? If I page you to customer service because there's a customer - don't stop to talk to your friend!
And how is it that you cannot see people, especially customers when they are 10 feet away?! I think you do need a stronger glasses prescription!
Go ahead and do your duties before helping us work freight. It is not your freight, it is ours. While we appreciate your help, we can do fine without you as your work ethic sucks and we don't need you, as I said before! While I'm on that topic, I know you think you work hard, but you don't. You're not the one running around putting out our freight, switching out features, doing favours for management, and trying to cashier (and/or answer the phone, do layaway, work jewelry, work the customer service desk, or figure out where the fuck you are).
In fact, all you do is stand at the edge of my register and bag for me when I had small orders, yet when I or someone else has a large order, you ignore us and don't help. WTF?
When Jason brings up cigarettes and we have had two carts of freight waiting to be worked, that is not the time to say "Finally something to do!"
To put it shortly, shut up, work harder and realize we don't need you and maybe my night wouldn't automatically be ruined just by seeing you at 10 0'clock. I know I should have more tolerance for stupid people, but I don't so you'll have to be less stupid. (=
-Nicole
PS. I hate your laugh.
Cole @ 9:16 AM
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dear x,
while I think that you are a pretty nice person in general, and you're more competent than some of my other supervisors, I think you should know that you have the world's most obnoxious personality and you're job is redundant. I don't need a supervisor and I'm not stupid, if you haven't notice.
Speaking of you being an unnecessary addition to the payroll, if we don't need you, why do you feel that we do?! Why do you never takes breaks?! We can take care of ourselves and we'll probably be better off if you go away.
You probably realize this to a point - which is why you tell us to do stuff (which we already know) just to be authoratative which only angers us more.
I don't need you to tell me I'm going on 17 when it's just you, me and Diane. I always go on 17 when it's us 3.
I don't need you to tell me to go on lunch at 2:30 when I always go at 2:30.
I don't need you to tell me to sign off and I especially don't need you to do it for me! I am not stupid.
You are a member of management, technically, so you should not be afraid to talk to other members of management. I am not. When I need to ask something, I ask it!
The way you always eavesdrop is rude, to say the least! If I am having a conversation with someone and did not invite you, back the fuck off! If you think I'm wasting time, then say so but eavesdropping is not the way to do it.
Stop bitching. Period.
I don't care about your personal life, your stupid valentine's ring, what you had for dinner or what you're having for lunch, how you didn't get enough sleep or won't be getting enough sleep, or how your car got stuck. And for Christ's sake, stop talking abuot sex and your period. You are hideous and your husband is even worse. Some of us don't want to hear this shit. (And how your period smells?! WTF?!)
And you're really trying too hard to impress us with your anime knowledge.
Oh, your husband knows computers? I've been around a few in my time, too, and he's got at least 10 years on me.
Speaking of your husband, I think that if I have to hear you use the term 'hubby' once more, I'm going to kill you and Rian is not my "hubby." People who use that term are 40 year old, white trailer trash hos wearing spandex and/or sweats and eating popcorn while watching Jeopardy.
You are not my friend and I only speak to you when I have to, please get that through your head. I'm not going to like you any better if you constantly offer me food.
What's with this ignoring the customers? If I page you to customer service because there's a customer - don't stop to talk to your friend!
And how is it that you cannot see people, especially customers when they are 10 feet away?! I think you do need a stronger glasses prescription!
Go ahead and do your duties before helping us work freight. It is not your freight, it is ours. While we appreciate your help, we can do fine without you as your work ethic sucks and we don't need you, as I said before! While I'm on that topic, I know you think you work hard, but you don't. You're not the one running around putting out our freight, switching out features, doing favours for management, and trying to cashier (and/or answer the phone, do layaway, work jewelry, work the customer service desk, or figure out where the fuck you are).
In fact, all you do is stand at the edge of my register and bag for me when I had small orders, yet when I or someone else has a large order, you ignore us and don't help. WTF?
When Jason brings up cigarettes and we have had two carts of freight waiting to be worked, that is not the time to say "Finally something to do!"
To put it shortly, shut up, work harder and realize we don't need you and maybe my night wouldn't automatically be ruined just by seeing you at 10 0'clock. I know I should have more tolerance for stupid people, but I don't so you'll have to be less stupid. (=
-Nicole
PS. I hate your laugh.
Cole @ 9:16 AM
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hearing: Some country song
feeling: Tired but ambitious
The first major update is that I have renamed Canadia to Hockeyland USA. Canadians will now be known as Hockeylandics. Anyone who has any problem with this decision will be beheaded by me, Tsarina Cole the Terribly Great of Hockleyland USA. Actually, I'm not from Hockeyland USA but since I renamed it, I decided to appoint myself the new ruler. Prime Minister what? In all seriousness, now you Hockeylandics can't insult Americans because you are officially apart of the USA! Ha!
On a truly serious note, I'm pretty happy with my most recent purchase: a new vacuum. It was $15 cheaper than the piece of shit I was using which had been a housewarming present from Mom and Tim and is about 15 times better, too. It sucks, in a good way. I picked up and vacuumed the living room so now it's not such a mess. Maybe it'll spur Wendy into cleaning something. Nah, who am I kidding?!
I find, though, that I have no place to put my stuff because Ashley's stuff is in the closet. Actually, it's just one exercise machine but it takes up the whole damned thing and her stupid broken piece of crap fake tree is sitting in my front hall because I don't want to waste the effort to put it in the basement. Just get the shit out of my house!
Speaking of, I could put my stuff in the basement but a) it's too much effort b) I'd need someone's help c) I'd just be moving it in a few months, anyway and d) there are a ton of spiders down there. Besides, the tree smelled all gross when we brought it up anyway.
Enough of that. It seems that I will be doing some work for Regeneration magazine which is really cool! Check it out!
Lastly, I've updated the vote link on the blog pages. (oops!) and added an affiliate. I'll try to upload a new song for you guys to download, too.
You know what's crazy? How I've deleted, literally, hundreds off e-mails from my Gmail account and I still have 1921 left! It's unbeliebable that I could have more than that in the first place, though I do use it for all my mailing lists/Yahoo groups so I can keep up with music!
I've also taken on the task of typing up song lists for all my burned Cd's, some of which are years old. It's interesting to remember old songs I used to (and still do!) love and the ones I can't quite recall as well. I've had to Google a lot of lyrics. So far I've typed up about 20. I knew I had some actually written down somewhere to I turned my room upside down looking for those little yellow papers only to remember I had typed them up months ago and they were already on my computer. -lol* I am such a dork!
Anyway, in that process I wound up going through a lot of my papers and while I threw many of them away, I found an article about Amanda after she died, lots of pictures of old friends and a lot of crappy, angsty poetry which I wrote when I was either a) depressed b) in love c) broken hearted or d) all of the above. I really am a pack rat and hold on to a lot of shit I don't need. I tossed a couple of binders of school stuff which is almost 2 years old, although I'm going to keep all my French stuff because I hope to relearn it and actually use it someday.
Anyway, enough from me for now.
Cole @ 2:48 PM
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feeling: Tired but ambitious
The first major update is that I have renamed Canadia to Hockeyland USA. Canadians will now be known as Hockeylandics. Anyone who has any problem with this decision will be beheaded by me, Tsarina Cole the Terribly Great of Hockleyland USA. Actually, I'm not from Hockeyland USA but since I renamed it, I decided to appoint myself the new ruler. Prime Minister what? In all seriousness, now you Hockeylandics can't insult Americans because you are officially apart of the USA! Ha!
On a truly serious note, I'm pretty happy with my most recent purchase: a new vacuum. It was $15 cheaper than the piece of shit I was using which had been a housewarming present from Mom and Tim and is about 15 times better, too. It sucks, in a good way. I picked up and vacuumed the living room so now it's not such a mess. Maybe it'll spur Wendy into cleaning something. Nah, who am I kidding?!
I find, though, that I have no place to put my stuff because Ashley's stuff is in the closet. Actually, it's just one exercise machine but it takes up the whole damned thing and her stupid broken piece of crap fake tree is sitting in my front hall because I don't want to waste the effort to put it in the basement. Just get the shit out of my house!
Speaking of, I could put my stuff in the basement but a) it's too much effort b) I'd need someone's help c) I'd just be moving it in a few months, anyway and d) there are a ton of spiders down there. Besides, the tree smelled all gross when we brought it up anyway.
Enough of that. It seems that I will be doing some work for Regeneration magazine which is really cool! Check it out!
Lastly, I've updated the vote link on the blog pages. (oops!) and added an affiliate. I'll try to upload a new song for you guys to download, too.
You know what's crazy? How I've deleted, literally, hundreds off e-mails from my Gmail account and I still have 1921 left! It's unbeliebable that I could have more than that in the first place, though I do use it for all my mailing lists/Yahoo groups so I can keep up with music!
I've also taken on the task of typing up song lists for all my burned Cd's, some of which are years old. It's interesting to remember old songs I used to (and still do!) love and the ones I can't quite recall as well. I've had to Google a lot of lyrics. So far I've typed up about 20. I knew I had some actually written down somewhere to I turned my room upside down looking for those little yellow papers only to remember I had typed them up months ago and they were already on my computer. -lol* I am such a dork!
Anyway, in that process I wound up going through a lot of my papers and while I threw many of them away, I found an article about Amanda after she died, lots of pictures of old friends and a lot of crappy, angsty poetry which I wrote when I was either a) depressed b) in love c) broken hearted or d) all of the above. I really am a pack rat and hold on to a lot of shit I don't need. I tossed a couple of binders of school stuff which is almost 2 years old, although I'm going to keep all my French stuff because I hope to relearn it and actually use it someday.
Anyway, enough from me for now.
Cole @ 2:48 PM
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