So, it’s that time again!
::big inhale::
“Okay, no, they haven’t gone out yet. Which location did you work for? Okay, what’s your name? Yes, I have your address as 123 Any Street in Cheesecake City. Oh, okay, what’s your new address? All righty, can I get a phone number just in case? Great! Okay, the W-2s haven’t gone out yet – actually I don’t even have them yet – but we have until February 1. No, they should go out by the last week of January so you should have it by the first week of February [and here’s where I have to talk fast and then hustle the person off the phone]. If it comes back in the mail I’ll call you but if you don’t have it by Valentine’s Day call me! ‘K, thanks for calling!”
:::and exhale:::
So far, it’s actually gone pretty well. Today, a former employee asked me if I could fax her W-2 to her at H&R Block tomorrow. When I informed her that I don’t even have her W-2 yet, she informed me that she was broke. “And it sounds like we’re going to stay broke.”
Because I am a Grade A bitch, I apologized to the employee and got off the phone. Then I fired off an email to The Almighty D advising the employee to try not dropping out of high school, beauty school and trucking school. And perhaps look into birth control.
Yep, it’s W-2 Season. Time to strap on the Bitch Face. (It’s not just a power trip, I promise. It’s just that there are 3000 W-2s and just 1 me).