The Joys of Tax Season

With about a month before the filing deadline, I officially started attempting to file my taxes yesterday.

I often hate being right about things, because normally when I make a prediction, it's unabashedly negative. And bitter. 

Unfortunately, tax season thus far pretty much has played out exactly how I expected it to.

Before I left Hawai'i, I made sure to place the information packets for my health insurance/retirement plan  in a *special folder* that, of course, is now missing. I really thought I left Oahu with it; it was a cheap folder provided by the state, and it was this really...headache-inducing gauche shade of pink. I would've noticed if it were missing. So where did it go?

The thing that's most aggravating is that I didn't even want the retirement account to begin with because, for a nice, big segment of people under the age of seventy in the United States, retirement is never going to become a reality anyway; we're too poor. And all the "wealth management" tips and "investment hacks" in the world are not going to change that simple fact. It's not going to happen.

I called the retirement board and, apparently, it's going to take weeks to get the information, and the information request must be faxed.

We're off to a real great start.