Ænima, Tool

Parts of my mood are carrying over from last night when I tried my damndest to finish my taxes. What I owe will wipe out ever last dollar I posses and I will still owe. And then they started talkin about Underpayment fees. I couldn't begin to understand what the fuck they were talking about, so my taxes are *still* not done.

WHY does this always happen?!? I get a job, it makes okey money and I get ahead for a time, but after while everything goes to shit. Watch me lose my job right after I pay my taxes. Just watch. I'll move back with my parents and sleep in the living room cause I don't have a fucking bed anymore.

This morning I had leftover work to go through cause at the last minute the systems crashed and I had a bunch of work left. I worked through that pretty quickly and then asked for more work, did that real fast and then asked for more work. Goddammit....the workload was going so well I expected today would be pretty nice work-wise. Then as part of my third batch of orders I got a really huge one where I essentially have to look at over six hundred URLs and try not to let my browsers crash in the process. }:P I've done that for this guy before and it took two days last time.

Then I tried tracking down some info on some lab that I keep getting claims for. It's fucking stupid. My doctor orders some test or other (the last was last September) and then sends the specimens to the lab who tries to charge (supposedly) my insurance for the work they do. According to them the insurance won't respond so they ask me to pay. Fuck that shit. I don't pay my insurance for the priveledge of paying other people's bills.

But tracking down some of the info involved calling up collection agencies, one which still hasn't called me back and other which has some seriously rude people, including some fuck who thought he could badger me into paying when I just wanted a yes or no answer. When I made it clear that if he hadn't talked to my insurance then I wasn't going to give him any money he said "No" and then hung up on me. Slimey motherfucker.

Could call the lab again but I cannot possibly explain how irritating that is, as it usually involves talking to *several* tiers of people who don't know what the fuck they're doing, and that doesn't include the amount of time spent on hold (usually averaging an hour). *sigh* Got hold of fax number from HR that might help but I don't have all the details they'll want. I get nervous of faxing. I don't know if it works and they never call me to tell me they recieved my fax.

Oh, and our systems are down right now. The only thing keeping me from going postal is the fact that if I can hold out until four I'll be rewarded with Mudslide. mmhh Kahlua, my love.