State of ill just can't get it together

Ok, it's been a week since the closing and still, the state of ill can't locate the check the title company issued and overnighted to them. I called the title company in Michigan, and after checking again with my ever-alert and on it agent "Janie", the check was sent to the correct PO Box in Springfield.

"Give it another week," says Janie. Checked with the lien department at the state too - they don't even have the case yet, I'm told.

Aptly named, the state of ill. And to believe I must pay income tax for the privaledge of living here....If it weren't for my kids....

It's tentatively over - no tax court

We went to closing Monday - and a check was cut for the IRS: $228,332. For the state of ill almost $9,000. (state of ill = Illinois; this state does put me in an 'ill' state of mind when I think of "Janie" the brainless zombie I must deal with but that's another whole blog entry, or two). To think when the tax bill started it was around $140,000. Ex hubby cost not only himself and me but our son a nice chuck of money. Would have been useful in this lousy economy. College fund would have been great for our son, who's such a bright kid.

Did a little research on tax court but would be a moot point to go now to try to wrangle innocent spouse out of them.

Called the agent, the fourth one I've had during these past six years, and yes, he's received the check. He said he'll fax a release of the lien. Of course will check up on that.

And so it goes. It behooves the IRS to wait....do nothing to end things and settle the debt. Interest and penalties compounding daily....that phrase would haunt me at various times of the day and night. Compounding daily - to the tune of $100,000.

And of course, the innocent spouse has no recourse. More on this later...

An agent who is ..... nice?

I've been dealing quite a bit with Mr. G, the current agent on my case. He's been the fourth I've had the privelege of experiencing firsthand. And the word that comes to mind when dealing with him: nice. Really. Not a joke. If any of the higher-ups in the IRS read this, I'm sure if they identify him, he's in danger of losing his job.

Chronolgy of agents: Ms. E C: tacky, untrustworthy, flippant.
Mr. R S - idiot, unavailable
Ms SD J - snippy, unavailable, cryptic
Ms E (supervisor) - imperious, quick temper
and now, nice and normal Mr G

We're at the point where the luxury vacation home may be sold. There is a closing date. The IRS and the State of Ill may in deed be paid off.....

All events hanging in abeyance.... the ex is passively aggressively trying to run it off the track. Yet, everyone is lining up on the same side of the feeding trough as me: IRS, state of ill, realtor, title co, three attorneys. And there, on the other side of the barn, pissed off and indignant, is my ex who can't understand how the IRS tab alone is now over $228,000.

On it goes.....