2005-03-02 - 2:57 p.m.

that is it.

i am so fucking pissed off and there is no one to yell at. i am so fucking pissed off.

surely the irs has a willing customer service department just waiting to hear my complaint.

i have called that fucking crap ass agency four fucking times have been transfered and put on hold for a total of over two hours. and just as i'm re-explaining the information, my battery dies on my phone. i was just trying to be good and follow up with something they sent and said to call the fuck back when i resent it.

so i do and the guy acts like i'm talking russian. asking, well whats a subsitute return file. as if i make up the fucking tax code, you do!! your agency does for fucks sake, why are you asking ME what it means. holy lord.

sorry to dispense. i hopefully can breath easier now. this has taken almost my entire afternoon and now i must shelf it for tomorrow and refocus on real work. jesus. h. it's like i live in moscow.