snow day today, and I took this school-less opportunity to gain some life experience. I went downtown and filed my taxes.

I'm a good little canadian citizen. and to be completely honest, I had no idea what to do. and I still kind of don't, nonetheless I survived the ordeal.
I was given this slip with my pay cheque last week, something called a "t4". a lot of money jargon that went completely over my head, but I wanted money so I bravely went downtown today to the friendly neighbourhood H&R Block. I was with my friend, and together we walked into the place, and stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. The lady behind a counter asked if she could help us, and I bluntly said "we are completely new to this." regardless, she took our slips and asked us to sit down.
oh, and we sat. we waited an hour until someone called us into their tiny offices. although, kayla got called first and I had a great chat with all the waiting room patrons while she was absent.

I sat in the room, as the woman with the french accent got me to sign papers, and asked if I wanted cash back. Of course I wanted cash back, are you crazy? apparently, I wasn't eligible for it. This made no sense to me, because I was going to recieve a cheque in the mail. I didn't ask questions. Maybe next year. I was just offended because when she asked if I had children, I answered "none that I know of", and she didn't even laugh a little bit.
Sometimes I wonder why I try.

I still feel all grown up & stuffz.