The Cheesecake is Rich

(Or, the post about the job interview was getting long) Unrelated thoughts: After my job interview, I had to change out of my Stupid Suit (and I get to buy another suit if I have a second interview, shoot me now) so instead of being Not an Idiot and changing in a gas station bathroom [...]

(and yes, I know that while I am sleepy, my brother and his wife are drop dead exhausted) So, today was a day I call SUPER PAYROLL WEDNESDAY. The workday started at 5 am. Ugh, I hate getting up early. And since sooooomeone insisted on watching all 55 hours of the Celebrity Apprentice finale show [...]

So, we’re home. We’ve actually been home about 24 hours, though. The flights were fine and getting to fly first class from Las Vegas to Texas was really nice. I was reminded of this on the flight from Texas to Cheesecake City, which I spent in the middle seat between Gene and some twentysomething guy [...]

(And the day is half over in the Eastern time zone??) So, yesterday. Gene was supposed to have lunch and dinner with various people from the conference he’s here to attend. I decided to take the monorail to the stop for the Venetian, the Mirage and (I think) Treasure Island, see what there was to [...]

(I am so boring. Why can’t I come up with zingy blog post titles?) Still no gambling, still no drinking. Still the dorkiest girl walking around Las Vegas. Woohoo! I had intended on getting out of the room by 9:30 (so I could enjoy a lovely buffet breakfast as part of my $35 all you [...]

So, I think I now understand why most people don’t stay a week in Las Vegas: After about 4 days, their feet fall off. (I take that back: I am pretty sure my mom could do all the walking I have done today and then go run a mini marathon. As you know, my mother [...]

A real discussion I had at work with D and Stefania: Stefania: Don’t talk to any strange people in Las Vegas! Me: But what if Robert Redford shows up and offers Gene $1 million for a night with me? D: I cannot believe how quickly that came out of your mouth. Something crazy that happened [...]

So, even though both the door and the book have been closed on Plan B, I still have Hope. Hope is a total biiiitch and I truly hate her. Why, just today she woke me up at 5 AM whispering “Hey, you’re late [yanno, late] and you do still have all those Clearblue Easy digitals [...]

(OK, fine, back to W-2s) Directly (!!!) from the Internal Revenue Service’s website: Why report tips to your employer? You must report tips to your employer so that: Your employer can withhold federal income tax and social security and Medicare taxes or railroad retirement tax (Right there! HA! In yo’ face, Tax Professional Ol’ Biddy!)

(I warned you) Background: on a W-2 form, for some reason, tips and wages are separated out for Social Security (i.e., if your taxable wages were $5000 for the year, there will be a box that says that your Social Security wages were $1000 and Social Security tips were $4000). So, I got a call [...]