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My boss treats me like shit.
My Boss goes to N.Y. twice a year to transact business...makes a real wad of cash (we're talking hundreds of thousands of dollars) and comes back home.
Now, technically, Boss owes the city and state of N.Y. taxes on this income, but these taxes haven't been paid in like...ever.
Years of profits all nicely documented (and residing in a photocopied facsimile on the edge of my desk).
One day, when the market's high and I can get a good price from my 401k, I'm going to quit that job. On that day, I'm going to have a little chat with the N.Y. department of revenue.
Somebody's got to pay.
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