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After having filed Sunday my taxes, I was patiently waiting for the money to be taken off my checking account. Today all I found was $22 per each of the two failed deductions. Mea culpa. I gave them my saving acct# instead of checking. And I discovered it only this morning.
Imagine a nice cool sunny morning spent on the phone with IRS, FTB, the bank... it turned out that it's too late, and I had to send the checks. With some kind of vouchers or something that I had to print, but my printer at home was too angry at me, and it refused to print anything. Had to drive to work real fast (hwy 85 was half empty... half full), and print it there; to find out that I also had to send the W2s with that (thank God I had everything with me); then I took a GoF book and went postal. The nearest post office turned out to be a "mailstop", not a post office. Had to go to another. With all the stamps on the envelopes, and all the checks inside, I took my book and went to spend an hour or two standing in line with idiots like me.
No way! The post office looked like an election point in the USSR - snacks, smiling employees... So I had a cup of orange juice and a cookie, while the postal employee was checking my envelopes for correct addresses and sorting them - one to the FTB box, another to the IRS box. It took approximately 42 seconds in total.
Imagine a nice cool sunny morning spent on the phone with IRS, FTB, the bank... it turned out that it's too late, and I had to send the checks. With some kind of vouchers or something that I had to print, but my printer at home was too angry at me, and it refused to print anything. Had to drive to work real fast (hwy 85 was half empty... half full), and print it there; to find out that I also had to send the W2s with that (thank God I had everything with me); then I took a GoF book and went postal. The nearest post office turned out to be a "mailstop", not a post office. Had to go to another. With all the stamps on the envelopes, and all the checks inside, I took my book and went to spend an hour or two standing in line with idiots like me.
No way! The post office looked like an election point in the USSR - snacks, smiling employees... So I had a cup of orange juice and a cookie, while the postal employee was checking my envelopes for correct addresses and sorting them - one to the FTB box, another to the IRS box. It took approximately 42 seconds in total.
