First day on the job and a call to go to the correction's center

I worked my first day yesterday and it went great.  I am very comfortable with everything I am learning and can already see many ways to help improve processes if the owner is interested.  It was great to be out of the house and productive!

When I got home, I spent a lot of time dealing with the IRS to pay my taxes from 2009.  I apparently did not pay enough when I originally filed and when audited, it was caught.  So, after an hour and a half of phone and Internet time, I was finally able to them $3000 via an interest free credit card that I have.  It's better than accruing interest and fees if I were to pay them over an extended period of time.

After that, I tried to get in touch with unemployment to see what can be done about what I owe them as a result of them overpaying me.  When I called, the IVR system indicated about an hour wait time.  Okay, I put my cell phone on speaker, worked on a blog, played on Face Book for a while, and started some of my nightly chores.  I waited and waited and waited.  My house arrest phone rang....I got a call to report to the correction's center.  This takes precedence so I had to give up on the unemployment call.

They gave me an hour to get there which isn't easy since I have to get a ride from a friend who is able to drop everything they are doing.  My girlfriend, Kim, was gracious enough to come to my rescue.  I made it to the correction's center just in time and the Sargent had to make a comment about me cutting it close in time.  He knows I live about 30 to 40 minutes away and had to find someone to drive me.  I even told him that on the phone when he called me.  This just reinforced to me the situation that I am in and how much it really sucks.

They called me in to give me a breathalyzer and a pee test.  Of course, I passed with flying colors, had no doubt that I wouldn't.  I don't want to bitch about it but I am.  They called me after 9:30PM!  I was exhausted and still hadn't eaten a thing.  I had to drop everything I was doing and just go.  I didn't get home till almost 11PM.  I still had to take care of my cats, do the dishes, find something to nibble on, and get ready for bed.  It was close to 1AM by the time I actually fell asleep.

I hate this whole thing and it is only day 28 of 90.  I can feel the self-esteem deflating even as I write this.