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Indiana Jones and the Quest for My Boss’s Wife’s W-2

How hard is it.

Hubba hubba (Source: Disney Wiki/Fair Use)

I go through this every year. I don’t get it — how hard is it to give me your W-2? The taxes don’t get done overnight. Everything has to be uploaded through our accountant’s portal, which means I scan

and I scan

and I scan

and I scan some more.

Just like I ask, and I ask, and I ask again. “Please give me your wife’s W-2 so I can get your taxes done.”

I send emails.

I put a star on the email.

I mark the email URGENT.

Is WTF an IRS code? Because it should be.

Why is that the richer you are — or let me rephrase that, the more important you think you are — the more dysfunctional you are?

Apparently you are more important than the federal government.

I know the IRS is backed up right now and collectively having a nervous breakdown, but I’m pretty sure they’ll get their shit together long enough to notice that y’all didn’t report something north of $70,000.

Besides the fact that the accountant keeps asking me to UPLOAD YOUR INFORMATION TO THE PORTAL ALREADY FOR THE LOVE…