"and a black crow snuck through a hole in the sky" Tom Waits
I had a rather bad day yesterday.
It started out innocently enough, the usual Monday grind into work, coffee and too many morning cigarettes. Gave the boss back his radar detector I borrowed for the Woodstock, NY trip, and started work. Then things started going wrong. Perhaps it was the fact that monotonous work
and me don't match, but I felt my stress level rising through me like a tsunami. After the third time I said
"fuck it" and stormed outside and kicked the shit out of
an old freezer in the back parking lot. I went back in
and grabbed my boss. Our conversation was short, with me saying I didn't know what was wrong, maybe it was me, but I couldn't take it anymore. So he let me go, from the 10 hour dayshift. Granted, he did offer me part time, but I have to see if he's serious, and not just placating an angry employee. On my ride home, I felt the stress melt out of me, like the tide returning from the shore. I buried the speedometer at 120 and flew back to the apato. And called mom.
Her first words were "It's okay, I know you can find something else. I knew something was wrong. Did you read your tarot cards?"
No mom, I didn't. Thanks for reminding me.
So now I sit here Tuesday morning
out of habit
, and wondering what I shall do. If the part time works out, that's cool, so I have to find a day job
, no big deal. It just always seems that right before I have to commit to all kinds of plans
, I do something to make it exponentially harder for me. Rent
is paid for the month of September
, and I can always track down my IRS
check (it's being sent to florida as far as I know, I never called the IRS and told them I moved. (as I try to do so now..voicemail HELL
My room mate was very cool
about it when I told him. He said look at it this way, it's a new chance to find a job you like. So we proceeded to get hammered on cheap beer
and some bad weed
he brought back from Arizona
. Right on.
(finially got someone voice at the IRS, and now listening to some classical music over the phone..how nice)
So i find out that my check is being mailed Friday, and I can't stop it. So at least when I pull into to Florida
the week after Labor Day
, all I'l lhave to do is hope that my ex-roomate is still living there, and hasn't tried to cash it herself (laugh).
The lady at the IRS was more than helpful, and very pleasant. To tell you the truth, I think the stereotype of IRS employees is all wrong
. I asked her about the fact of all the Rebate checks that will be floating in limbo, and she replied:
"You have no idea
. There are millions of checks that will never get cashed, or found, because so many people move around".
Imagine that. The average check
is going to be $300. And to think, if even only 1 million checks aren't cashed. Our tax
dollars, in the form of a rebate, floating in post office limbo
, gathering dust
in corners of unchecked post office boxes...
"Two pairs of paints and mohair vest-I'm full of bourbon and can't stand up" Tom Waits