I was kinda kvetching about Mr. Taxman to some of my work folks. Mostly to complain about how hard it was to get my W2s. Except that it really isn’t. They just don’t make W2s available until the end of January. That is perfectly legal and I knew that and I told the GG that and then I got an email that it was ready today and… Well, all I can say is that I sent the PDF along to the GG. I still can’t tell you what my salary is. Oh, don’t get after me, I have a ballpark idea…

One person who heard my Taxman Sob Story reminisced about when his (long-dead) father retaaaared. He went home to visit his parents after the retaaaarment and found that his dad was sending mail (snail mail) to himself. They lived in an area where you could put a couple of different cities into an address but the zip code would get it there. He was trying to figure out how long it took for mail to arrive depending on the address he put on the envelope.

[deleted a bunch of stoopid crapola about toilet seats and ladders that in the cold clear light dark of morning, was too much even for meeee. You’re welcome.]

Taxman (George Harrison and Eric Clapton)

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