Moving Sucks Ass

So the act of moving, not in the sense of moving ones limbs, but the idea of taking everything you own, boxing it up and taking it to a remote place, sucks. It sucks a lot and I don’t wish to do it anymore. A year and a half went by and the idea of moving thrilled me at first, but then when I started doing it, I remembered why I hated it so much. Especially when I have to work for most of the day, then come home and pack until 00:00 or 01:00. Then drive to work for 40 miles again the next morning. It is how tired I get doing it that makes me hate it. I feel like I have been running a marathon for the last month. This has been by far the most stressful move ever. The first time sucked, but it wasn't as much stuff as this time. We accumulated stuff, we bought furniture and crap that people buy with their disposable income. Besides the amount of energy that goes into packing, I really hate it when I can't find a goddamn pattern for the items that are left over. The efficiency and speed of packing is like the exponential function, it raises to one then converges to zero easily. The reason is the amount of stuff that can be packed together as a group or category diminishes quickly and easily, then you are left with all the crap that doesn't fit a category and this screws me over. I don't know what to do with all that shit so eventually I create unmarked boxes of random crap. It takes forever because none of it should be together in a box! Snow globes and sanitizing spray? Wtf those shouldn't go in a box, but where else can it go. So I just lump it all together and haul it off.

I am exhausted... and I have to go to work tomorrow TBIF (Thank Buddah It's Friday... why not?).

One Way Street

My boss is a hypocrite. He likes to make rules for everyone else to follow but he doesn’t follow them himself. This makes me very mad; it is one of my sore spots. I hate it when someone tells me it is not okay for me to do something and spazzes out about it, but when they do it there is no one around to tell them they are a douche for breaking their own rule.

I have a similar problem with not having any consumer rights. If your credit card company or bank charges you a fee for something stupid, you have to pay it. If you turn around and charge them a fee, or try to, they laugh at you. What gives these people the power or the right? The answer is simple, they don’t need you, you need them.

Blue Martini - Drunk Blogging

I am drunk right now, but i want to comment on how interesting it is for people to conduct business with all this noise. I have a friend that is a sound engineer and a driend that is a producer, he has done a number of things you have watchecd on tv, but i wont name them to keep him safe. I like bringing together people business wise so that new relatipon ships flourish.

K i am done,, just wanted to say that. That and i am rwally horny right now... mmmmm sex......

Duct Tape Programers

I dislike duct tape programmers because it is a way to perpetuate the idea that, "Badly written code is okay as long as it works." This is a crappy concept and a lot of people are using it to make quick cash. I hate this concept because it is the equivalent of having an unlicensed contractor build your house or do modifications to your home. There are programmers that don't seem to see a problem with poorly written code, they just move forward and never look back.

I feel the same way about out sourcing programming jobs to the Indians overseas, who don't really care if they do a good job because they just want to make money. The people who think it is okay to utilize overseas programmers can fuck off because they only care about money. I say give an American the job opportunity where you can over see the work being done, instead of two or three duct tape rag heads. I don't have anything against Indians, but I do give preference to my fellow American first.

Help home first, and then help everyone else.

Overwhelming Pieces

When we are kids in school we hate it, we want to go home and just be. When we reach college, we can't wait to get a job and make money. When we start working all of our time goes into the black hole that is called work. I try to make the best of it, but damn it it is like a goddamn roller coaster ride. I can't get off because I get paid to work and to make matters worse I have the worst vacation policy ever.

My Vacation Policy
People with no vacation policy aside, I get 1 week of vacation not including sick days after one year of continuous service. These days do not roll over. I have to work for an additional 10 years in order to get the 2 weeks of vacation time. My health benefits suck, but it would be un-American if they were good.

About once a month, I go through a small brain melt down when I think of all the goddamn things I have to do in addition to all the things people want from me. What makes it worse is I work and I work late at times so my time disappears too. I live for the fucking weekend. Since I need to take care of my personal life as well there is no time for me to sit down and learn anything too often. It is always do do do, no time for me to do the things to better myself, just chore after chore.

This scares me, I mean beyond worry. Is it always going to be this way? What happens if I get into an accident of some kind and I lose my vision or my hands? Then what? I have short and long disability, but what the hell, then my life is over realistically speaking. The doom and gloom aside, where do I find time to do what some of these Microsoft MVPs did? How do I become a David Silverlight (horrible speaker btw, avoid him)? Basically is what I am getting at is I am not getting younger and I am getting more and more tired, when do I do something to secure my future? I want to do more learning, I want to discover things and I want to invent something that will revolutionize how we as a race live, for the better.

I am freaking out because all that ever happens to me is, I make plans, they are overwritten by something else and I never get to do what I want to do. Don't get me wrong, I love my friends, but they won't support me when I am old and grey, I need to find a way to take care of myself. One of my other gripes is, I save money and somehow it is all taken away from me on a regular basis (fuck you IRS, 1800+ in the hole...), I didn't count on this shit, as usual and events keep taking my money away. Next event to take 2000 dollars away from me is an engagement ring for something that fits inside of a 2x2x2 cubic inch area... I hate formalities. I love my girlfriend, but goddamn it... this is not exactly cheap for me and it isn't fair either. I want to pay my student loans, but this shit is stopping me by 2 grand or more... then there is car insurance, 600 dollars every 6 months :( goddamn it. I fucking hate this shit.

I just want to make enough money to pay all my shitty bills off, then save for retirement. I hate this shit. Everyone keeps stopping me, over and over... I am seriously considering closing off all communication and just doing what I need to do, quietly and efficiently. I did that in college, should work again I would imagine. I especially hate it when people tell me I worry too much, I think they don't worry enough because this is a serious problem.

Bleh

I feel very bleh right now, I don't have the will to do anything constructive for work at the moment. I want to go home and go to sleep. I will be moving soon, so I am a little stressed out that I have been busting my ass at work and trying to get this move in order. It doesn't help that I live 10000 miles away (40 miles from work - 80 mile round trip - 400 miles a week minimum - I fill up almost twice a week, yay me). I am moving so I can drive less and be closer to work, not to mention I will finally escape from that shit hole Kendall. It is a pretty area, but the people in it make it a shit hole. They all have bad, self-centered, obnoxious, rude attitudes and I don't wish to be around them anymore. Stupid Cuban republican area, there isn't enough room to live there because of the damn egos everywhere.

I like my job, but I feel like there isn't an opportunity to grow there. I am going to give it another year or two for growth, I want to see more $$$$ - if I don't get it, I am out. I need to get married first so I can go back to school to get a Masters degree for free mostly. I need to reinvent myself professionally in order to get anywhere I need to go. I want a 100K salary, it would solve a lot of my problems right now. I mostly want to pay off all of my school debt, that would make me happy. Especially since I have my mother's mortgage to worry about :(. I am in debt that isn't even mine, yay.

I mailed my rant letter and 453 dollar check to the IRS today, I hope they don't spend it all in one place... like a Senator or a war.

Fuck the IRS

I hate our tax system. I hate it with a burning red hot passion because to me it is the biggest piece of crap in our fucking country. So many goddamn laws and ways to dissect things, too many fucking taxes for every little goddamn thing someone does day to day.

I 1099 contracted and I didn't pay all of my taxes for that portion of my work for the 2009 year. I did however fill out a fucking 1040-ES because I fear our stupid fucking tax system, so I took a proactive approach to filing for an estimated amount of taxes and I estimated for the first quarter of the tax year that I had to pay $453 dollars. I paid the $453 dollars knowing that I was doing the right thing.

I then filed my taxes for the 2009 year and I ended owing $1,392 in taxes because when I did my 1040-ES I did not factor in the "Self-Employment Tax" which is the equivalent of paying your Medicare and Social Security taxes and what ever other pointless bullshit tax I didn't agree to in the first place we are forced to pay. I was slightly saddened about paying the $1,392 because it was such a huge amount, but I knew it made sense since I didn't pay those taxes before on my contractors salary.

I just got a fucking letter from the goddamn IRS telling me I owe them $453. Which of course immediately put me in the worst fucking mood you can imagine. I am seething right now, I want to hurt something or someone right now I am so fucking mad. I am on HOLD waiting for some fucking IRS fuck to talk to me about how THEY FUCKED UP and how I DON'T OWE THEM ANY FUCKING MONEY because I ALREADY PAID THE FUCKING $453.

FUCK YOU IRS

FUCK YOU IN THE IRS ASS

I am not saying the IRS cannot make mistakes, but for Christ sake, if I make a mother fucking mistake I get penalized, sued, my wages are levied or garnished or I am Jailed. If the fucking IRS fucks up I have to take time out of my fucking day to call them and clean up their FUCK UP.
So I call the fucking IRS and they tell me I owe them $453, I told them I paid already, I have the fucking EFTPS papers in my hand that say I paid them. I even have the goddamn agreement that says I am giving them permission to remove the $453 dollars from my account.

THEY DROPPED THE BALL - THEY NEVER REMOVED THE MONEY FROM MY ACCOUNT.

Great fucking job IRS and your SHITTY EFTPS system, you fucking assholes. I made the fucking effort to pay them and they didn't take the goddamn money I sent them. You fucking imbeciles and now you turn around and tell me I owe you the money you were supposed to remove my from my account a YEAR ago! You fucking morons! FUCK YOU IRS.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.