The Last One

It’s been a long time since my last blog; and fans, I apologize for that.  I have been spending my time trying to relax and enjoy the finer things in life, such as work, taxes, planning big events, and sitting through blizzards.  All good times. 

In my profession, I deal with many different types of people.  I also deal with a lot of different problems.  The most recent problem I am facing at work is not the annoying person who can’t balance their checkbook, the person who gets declined for a loan because of their bankruptcy, or the person who flat out lies to me about their account while I’m looking at it with them.  No, these are not the problems I have been facing the last few weeks.

I must admit, the problem is – me and taxes.

I don’t have a problem with paying taxes.  Taxes are a priority for our communities, cities, and our country to survive.  Taxes are how we build social security (because we all know that will stick around for years); they help pay for our police departments (which are never over staffed); and they pay for our road maintenance (I have never once driven by and witnessed three people holding one shovel. NEVER…) 

My problem is not how a middle class person, who works 8:00am – 5:00pm every day, and who pays his or her taxes and is in the same tax bracket as someone making millions and billions.  Of course, that does bother me, and should be changed.  Hopefully it does soon.  What really, really drives me nuts is when someone comes in, who can’t speak English, hasn’t paid taxes for years – who maybe doesn’t even pay taxes at all – and lives off of the government.  How does the government pay them back?... by giving them $7000, $8000, or $9000 tax returns.  SAY WHAT!?….You ask, “How do you get such a return back?” The answer is – don’t work and have lots and lots of babies.  Then I ask, “How do you smell so bad?” Answer: “alskdfjaweoijasd;j”… Yea I can’t make it out either.  So, you see my problem.  I am stuck in my desk, biting my lip, and watching these checks being cashed…and I can’t even slash any tires.  I know, I have it rough.  What makes it worse…is when they ask me why they didn’t get more.  Wow, that’s ballsy.  Where are those tires?

I must admit, I may be a bit jealous.  They get all of this money back every year.  What do I get?...a full time job, health insurance, stock options, a roof over my head, a college education, and good hygiene.   

How can this all be fair?…..

Was this the one?  Straight to hell on this one?

This concludes “The One” series, as of now.  I must apologize to everyone.  Some comments were bad, some were horrible, and some were just true.  I would also like to say, thank you for reading, taking my thoughts with a grain of salt, and for not hunting me down.  I promise, the next few blogs will be more inspirational and worth your reading time.  So, once again, Thank You and I Am Sorry.  Tune in again.