Federal's free (pay for online help and other gizmos and tools), $30 to do state.

In other news, we just watched someone get a piece of pizza thrown at them in the Fenway Park stands. Wicked funny.

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(You people realize this thread is insane, don't you?)

Yes, it's the ultimate in ongoing conversation/random topic threads :)

Completely.

Isn't it fun? It's like a great, rambling, random journal for our little pad. Even better that it was created by the illusive Fej. (Aka UberGeek).


You haven't really read through all the posts, have you?:eek:

So, this morning my alarm goes off, I reach down, turn it off and think, Thank God it's Saturday and I don't have to get up......

damn damn damn

The 22 was full of very annoying drivers this morning. :mad:

Hah, FSN didn't show the other angles. Awesome. I assumed the pizza-thrower was an Angels fan pissed that the dude took the ball out of Anderson's glove. Even more amusing that it was just two Sox fans going at it.

You know, I really don't care who goes to what conference or buys which computers. I don't care. As either employee or taxpayer, I don't care. I am not trying to imply that you, oh IT director, are somehow under my authority. I'm aware that I have no authority.

All I want is some piece of paper that says who bought what or went where and what budget it should be charged to. This idea that you'll just buy things on your procard and not turn in receipts and not fill in notes online and complain that I'm trying to assign you work because I'd like something to attach to the monthly bill to show what the - literally - tens of thousands of taxpayer dollars have been spent on is, frankly, unworkable. When the auditors come around, I'm the one they'll write up. I'm the one the teevee cameras will beeline for. Because I'm not able to account for these funds.

I know that your purchases were work related. I know you work very hard. I know you have the hardest job in the entire universe and that I can't even contemplate how hard it is because it's beyond the comprehension powers of my little secretary brain. I know that someone as close to worm sh*t as I am in the whole corporate hierarchy can't be expected to understand the complexities of your position that require you to withhold from me an entire year's worth of documentation.

Furthermore, I know that an insignificant dung beetle, such as myself, has no right to know what purchases you intend to make in the next three months. Sure, it's biennium close and some budgets are really close to the line, but that doesn't mean you should have to acknowledge that I exist, let alone share with me such valuable secrets as which conferences you plan to attend before June 30 or how many more computers you plan to purchase for your new IT staff. No, it's much better that you surprise me. That's what I live for - your crumbs of information coming in random drips and drabs; please, let me, the lowly worm, process those meaningless trivia into glorious castings which will fertilize the files of pure invention that support our current budget report.