I had plans for my day that required suiting up in my invisible Avenger outfit and making some needed calls to the bureaucracies that run our lives. I grabbed my unseen sword and started dialing. First call was wading through the red tape over a forced prescription service tied up with my health insurance. Smilingly polite with my sword hidden behind my back I spoke with one rep after another until (hopefully!) the error was corrected.
Next call? The dreaded evil taxation department which had been causing havoc with life for over a year now. A poisoned letter had been received on Saturday night,--the night I called for my Uzi--and I had a cool down period of 48 hours before I trusted myself to enter the fray without swinging my sword wildly in anger and stabbing myself with my own temper. I very politely inquired as to why I seemed to be back at square one in my fight to correct back taxes. The government rep replied " I show a balance of zero." I said " Beg your pardon Mam, what did you say?" She repeated. I sort of floundered, seeing as how I was geared to fight and the fight had disappeared. I did say " I do not want to shirk my responsibilities Mam, are you sure it says zero and I won't get another letter or levy?" She volunteered to fax my payroll at work to end the levy.
I told her....
" I love you!"
LMAO...she said " Well! That's great, most of my calls don't end this way."
So, long story short..the debt to the state of WV seems to have been corrected.( By an Angel of Mercy or a sort of miracle!) After me proving that I did not live here since birth. That was a pile of red tape and another day of past battle. Me? I did a happy dance for 1/2 of my day. I am still leery that some other pencil pusher will be sending another threatening letter, after all, there have been many since my new start in life. I will believe it's over when I don't get any more contact from them. I do plan a day of fun for me before I tackle the next battle and it's ensuing paperwork. I will owe the IRS $30 a month until I am incapable of writing a check anymore....somewhere around my 90th birthday, lol. Unless of course another miracle comes my way. I am ever hopeful.
All in all it was a great day off. I even treated myself to a few new wardrobe items, something I have not done in well over a year. Tomorrow is an overtime day...there are still bills to pay, but I can smile while I do that needed time knowing I have won one battle. Will I win the war? Time will tell.
Hugs to all,
k
ps: By the way, in Gaelic my name means "Warrior Maiden."
Next call? The dreaded evil taxation department which had been causing havoc with life for over a year now. A poisoned letter had been received on Saturday night,--the night I called for my Uzi--and I had a cool down period of 48 hours before I trusted myself to enter the fray without swinging my sword wildly in anger and stabbing myself with my own temper. I very politely inquired as to why I seemed to be back at square one in my fight to correct back taxes. The government rep replied " I show a balance of zero." I said " Beg your pardon Mam, what did you say?" She repeated. I sort of floundered, seeing as how I was geared to fight and the fight had disappeared. I did say " I do not want to shirk my responsibilities Mam, are you sure it says zero and I won't get another letter or levy?" She volunteered to fax my payroll at work to end the levy.
I told her....
" I love you!"
LMAO...she said " Well! That's great, most of my calls don't end this way."
So, long story short..the debt to the state of WV seems to have been corrected.( By an Angel of Mercy or a sort of miracle!) After me proving that I did not live here since birth. That was a pile of red tape and another day of past battle. Me? I did a happy dance for 1/2 of my day. I am still leery that some other pencil pusher will be sending another threatening letter, after all, there have been many since my new start in life. I will believe it's over when I don't get any more contact from them. I do plan a day of fun for me before I tackle the next battle and it's ensuing paperwork. I will owe the IRS $30 a month until I am incapable of writing a check anymore....somewhere around my 90th birthday, lol. Unless of course another miracle comes my way. I am ever hopeful.
All in all it was a great day off. I even treated myself to a few new wardrobe items, something I have not done in well over a year. Tomorrow is an overtime day...there are still bills to pay, but I can smile while I do that needed time knowing I have won one battle. Will I win the war? Time will tell.
Hugs to all,
k
ps: By the way, in Gaelic my name means "Warrior Maiden."
1 comment:
I am so happy that this battle seems to be over, Warrior Maiden!
Love, Mel
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