As I set up a payment plan, hoping we would find some kind of mistake from 2012, I couldn’t help but think, “I wish was a corporation.”
**This** middle class family, dinged for holding back only 35% of retirement funds for taxes after an unfortunate layoff, allowing us to pay bills and avoid eviction, started back at square one with nothing, was tracked down for $5,000 we no longer have because we missed a couple percentage points in our ability to not afford a financial advisor in this unfortunate turn of events.
Cold, hard cash bribery lost in the Middle East? Too-big-to-fail money repurposed in identical, yet quiet schemes? IRS is on their search and destroy game, yo. Get that cheddar, Sam.
St. Jude: For the soft spoken, innocent youth in need of amplified support and the families that yell in the face of cancer.
Project ALS: For the readily vocal masses forced into environmental pause and the researchers that work to thaw the effects of the disease.
Doctors/Nurses/Medicine Without Borders: For the medical professionals with extended abilities to heal and mentor familiar figures in unfamiliar environments.
My three. Find your three and make certain they’re doing good work. Review your choices with online non-profit review services and see how much is going to program service vs how much is going to fundraising expenses.
Corporate card, fresh box of business cards, two expense reports and a stack of fresh quotes almost all thrown spontaneously into the air, thus freeing my hands to unbuckle my pants in order to take a two year deserved dump on a cunty coworker’s desk.
I could feel by the vibrations that it was solid and she is undeserving of a healthy stool. Someday, my butt. Someday soon…