What’s yours is yours… but mostly ours

When I got to work yesterday, having dodged a homicidal FedEx van with my name apparently on it – at least I know what my ABS brakes sound like now, which would be like the sound of my wheels falling off – I was greeted by an email from payroll informing me they hadn’t calculated my taxes properly for the last two years, and I now owe the IRS a tad over $12k. Awesome.

That’ll no doubt put quite a cramp on my escapades this year.

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