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id#082555 ♦ 11671 (2653)
 
Fuck the IRS! Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK it! They want people to pay taxes, but won't actually fucking help you when you're confused by their bullshit rules.

I go to an IRS "assitance" center for help with tax preparation. Oh, they can't offer me any help because they don't prepare taxes that involve one of the forms I have. An assitance center run by the IRS can't help out with IRS-related forms.

I did some research. HOLY DOG SHIT, THE RULES AND REGULATIONS! Okay, fuck this! I go to see a tax professional, and even they seem to be baffled by all that insanity! In fact, they tell me some of the forms don't apply to me and I need not file them. BULLSHIT! I know for sure I have to file these motherfucking forms because I've got foreign investments. Kind of regretting that shit now, but I was a citizen of that country, so those investments seemed like a great idea at the time!

OKAY, I figured some things out, but there's just ONE form left that's confusing me, so the IRS should be able to help! It's a form they made, right? Called them, then this happens: go through automated menu, wait 10 minutes, talk to someone for 10 seconds, get put on hold for 5 minutes, get transferred, talk to someone else, get transferred back to the MAIN FUCKING AUTOMATED MENU, wait 15 minutes, talk to someone else, get transferred and put on hold AGAIN, talk to someone, get transferred, and finally talk to someone who actually LOOKS UP THE FUCKING FORM AND INSTRUCTIONS. But, the form's beyond their scope, and I need to hire a tax professional. WHAT THE FUCK?! The IRS can't explain THEIR OWN FUCKING FORMS and I need to hire a tax professional?!

Who in the fuck designed this system?! Even Satan himself would cringe at this clusterfuck!
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id#beb044 ♦ 15857 (3470)
 
Well, Mr. Lawyer, I just want to say thank you so fucking much for wasting so much time! I did have a fair amount of respect for you, but it just went down the toilet with my last shit.

You told hubby and I way back in January you needed some things from us, and we got them for you. You said once you had all that stuff, you could send in the forms to get this batshit insane immigration process started! So, I find out today you've done exactly jack shit. Apparently, you tried to contact my husband about this, and left messages on the answering machine. Twice. In SIX months. There's really important shit going on, and that's how often you tried to contact us.

You're missing some documents! How in the FUCK are you missing them?! I handed you the papers back in January, you photocopied them, and you put the copies IN A FUCKING FOLDER! Then there's the stuff my husband got to you. Oh, that's now outdated! So, why the fuck did you tell us it was okay for him to submit "outdated" information? And apparently, I have to have some medical exam before you can file. What in the ever living fuck are you smoking, man? You haven't even filed the first form, and you're asking me to do something that comes MUCH later in the immigration process.

You know what? I just did a bunch of reading on the government's immigration website! Some of the shit you've asked us for isn't even mentioned on the required forms! And there are some things we may actually need, and you haven't even fucking hinted at them! So, what do we REALLY have to fucking do here? Do we need to phone you every fucking day and talk to your air-headed receptionist to make sure things are getting done? Do we need to bring you a fuckton of money (as if we haven't already)? I really want to know, because I'm sick and fucking tired of being kept in the dark for months at a time, while you sit around with your thumbs in your ass!

I guess it's time to send you an e-mail! Hell if I know if and how you'll respond to it! I wouldn't be surprised if I got nothing, or a bunch of bullshit legalese and half-assed information! Go fuck yourself.
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