Fucking H&R Block

So we filed two days ago.  I should be getting my check today.  They called me yesterday to tell me the IRS kicked it back to them with some problem.  Kay.  Its one number wrong in my social security number.  Kay.  Its fixed and sent back to the IRS.

They call again this morning.  I see their name on the caller id and I’m doing a happy dance think they are calling saying the check is ready now.  Nope.  Fucking IRS sent it back again with the same fucking number wrong in my damn social security number.  Damnit.  We fucking fixed that yesterday. 

I want my check. 

I don’t want to have to deal with this anymore.  I dont want to have to keep dealing with Joseph.  I’m only filing with him to make sure we get the most money back possible. GRRRRRRRRRRR.

Get your shit straight and give me my money.  I’m paying you over $200 to do my taxes when I am perfectly capable of doing them.  I just want it over and done with.  Why is that so much to ask?

Did I mention I was hormonal and this is really pissing me off?  Don’t fuck with me when I’m on my period.  Just give me my damn check. 

I’m even moody enough to say someone on OD has pissed me off royaly.  Don’t ask I won;t tell you who it is.  I don’t want to hurt feelings.  I just think it was super ballsy to write an entry after what you did.

Beth, its about time you turned on your messenger.  I’m bitchy and lonely.

I need chocolate and salt.  Oh and a coke.  Yeah.  Thats what the hormones want.

Bye.

Y’all take care and hug those babies tight. 

Mandy 

Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.