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So! I filed my taxes a while ago. I'm a pretty clever person, but I couldn't really figure out how to calculate my tax because Oregon does it by percentages and the instructions said to figure it out by a table on page *blah* of the instructions. The chart wasn't really one, and I just guessed with my numbers (the whole form was pretty ridiculous, actually) and figured if I'd done it incorrectly, they'd let me know.
They did.
They sent a letter saying I owed $92, and here was why, with my numbers plugged in, and their modified numbers to the side. Whatever. So I paid via debit card online.
Yesterday in the mail, what did I get but another envelope from the Department of Revenue, this time with a check for you guessed it. $92. That I overpaid. Excuse me? You billed me $92, so I paid it, and now you're giving it back. I did actually try to contact them on the phone, but gave up after a 12 minute wait and simply deposited the check tonight.
Not much new to report here: work is exciting with our group of 16 making calls, and I have a free week pass at the gym within walking distance so I've been going there the past two mornings. This morning was a 45-minute Pilates class followed by a spell in the sauna, so that was a plus. Tomorrow? Water aerobics! Writing's going well, but I do continue to be plagued with a lot of "Why am I doing this, again?" which passes eventually. It does tend to return, but that's my usual cycle of things. To keep me from getting fried by doing stuff nonstop, I've been treating myself to Canada's Project Runway via youtube. Hee. Guilty pleasure.
I will say that I'm so glad to be in a liberal city with people who express themselves in more exotic ways than I'm used to, like the woman on a bicycle with hair a shade of green somewhere between emerald and pine. Or the man lazily crossing the road in jeans, a fairly pedestrian sweater, cup of coffee and huge sombrero on his head. On a drizzly day. ;) And I'm also very taken by the trend (here, anyway) of young men wearing super-skinny trousers, especially when they're leggy and thin. Portland also seems to have more kilt-wearers than where I've lived before. They're more of the utilikilt variety, not tartans, but still.
You all? I hope you're well.
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Date: 2009-03-25 05:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-25 07:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-25 12:27 pm (UTC)I've tried to wear them, but I then tend to walk around (how to put this politely?) in a constant state of (um....) semi-alertness? (How's that for a euphemism?) Perhaps that's the point, though...
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Date: 2009-03-25 07:35 pm (UTC):enthusiastic nod: Especially when they can pull it off, with thin legs that I totally envy. Just... yum. And a constant state of semi-alertness could be both a plus (out and on the prowl!) or not (out strolling in the park). I bet you look head-turning in them. ;) Oh, but you don't have blue hair anymore, do you? I mean, you'd look marvelous anyway, but I was charmed by your distinctive hair.
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Date: 2009-03-26 03:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-25 02:25 pm (UTC)I sent it in and never heard from them again.
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Date: 2009-03-25 07:36 pm (UTC)