I only had one question for the IRS:
I call the IRS’ practitioner priority line. Hold for about 30 minutes. Get transferred.
I hold for 10 more minutes. Get transferred again.
Reach a third person who gives me a number.
It’s 8:40pm. I am in a classroom full of accountants and professional tax preparers. An IRS agent is two seats down.
This can’t be safe.
I picked up my espresso machine and my carafe flew across the kitchen. It shattered on the floor.
I spent the next three hours searching for a replacement carafe.
Wal-Mart didn’t have it. Neither did Kohl’s, Williams & Sonoma, Macy’s, Sears, or Target. Some store sales people actually laughed at me when I asked if they sold replacements. I felt dejected.
And then finally:
Halvers learned dog-talk for “I need to go to out!” today.
I remember staring at the stacks from the Hanson Hall starbucks during my 1L mid-day study sessions.
Now that I’m a 3L and done with law school classes, I only get to see the stacks from a distance.
Discovering that the cafeteria had 32oz. cups was probably a bad thing for my diet.
Halvers is obsessed about getting a house with a reading/sun room.
One of my neighbors was snowed in at work, so I agreed to walk his puppy.
Peppito growled at me and refused to leave the kennel. It took three trips and the lure of dog biscuits to get him out.
Winter is sort of like being in the White House | Black Market.
It’s Wednesday!
I was horrified when I first saw the demolition of Salem English Lutheran Church, but then I learned that the wrecking balls are only for the newish addition.
I stopped asking questions a long time ago.
There’s an ongoing demolition project on Hiawatha avenue.
I work full-time at the office, clerk at the public defender’s office, volunteer at a tax non-profit, and regularly skip over to the law school for the tax law clinic.
I do 60-hours of work in three different counties, but life is so much easier and less stressful than having the regular law school schedule.
This semester I have 6 credits: the tax law clinic and a foreign-language movie class that meets 1 day a week. No law school classes or finals. BUMP!