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It’s a horrible feeling to log into your bank account and see withdrawals you didn’t make. Marked as teller withdrawals and over three quarters of this week’s paycheck gone in a flash. I immediately call the bank to report the incident in hopes of reclaiming the money in time for rent this month.

The indian fellow on the other end was less than helpful just saying that the charges hadn’t posted yet and so they couldn’t file any investigation until Tuesday morning when the charges post. So now I’m left feeling utterly helpless, the bank won’t help me for two more days, which would be two days before rent.

After a few minutes I decide to call back and try to figure anything else out, this person was much more helpful as he informed me that the withdrawals were actually IRS withdrawals, apparently taking money for last year’s taxes. Now, I admit that I f*cked up last years taxes horribly, but I had paid it off back in March. My bank shows the withdrawal for a similar amount to what was taken today.

So the truth appears that now I just have to wait until Monday to call the IRS and try to straighten this all out. But knowing what happened doesn’t make me feel any less helpless or any less violated. I’m just sort of in shock right now as I sit watching the Magic play Toronto.

I hate taxes