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IRS...I guess they're trying.
There are some good videos by Signature Sound and others at bottom of this page.
Federal employees are under the gun and should be very careful who knows where they work. The IRS Restructuring and Reform Act of 1998, Section 1203(b) set in motion 10 violations that require mandatory termination of an employee. All it takes is for someone to get angry with you and turn you in for one of them and you might very well lose your job, health care, retirement, basically your security for the rest of your life. Let me tell you my 1203(b)(10) story.
In the last two years I have learned just about everything there is to know about Section 1203(b) violations and the penalty thereof. Yes, the "10 deadly sins" that will get a dedicated and loyal employee fired if an accusation of any of them is sustained by the proposing official (the team leader's manager) and the deciding official (the proposing official's manager). Basically this is done by agreeing to a report to TIGTA The Inspector General of Tax Administration by a taxpayer, or even a fellow employee if you get them angry at you and they want retaliation. They can take things out of context, TIGTA can hide exculpatory evidence, NP, and basically take away your way of life, your well-being and future as well as your family's, if like in my case, you are the only wage earner.
This is my story about numero diez (10), threatening to audit a taxpayer for the purpose of extracting personal gain or benefit, of which I was accused, charged and convicted but did not, nor would not do. I believe there have been only two other cases where the charge was sustained by the Service, appealed through all processes allowed and resulted in the employee being terminated. One got her job back in arbitration but IRS appealed and the Federal Court of Appeals reversed the arbitrator's reversal. My case only went through a grievance procedure with the Union, and no further appeals have been scheduled as yet. Supposedly, arbitration was requested by NTEU on my behalf, but I have heard nothing on a date for that. ( Pienso que podría ser un caso de "ojos que no ven, corazón que no siente". Oh yea, I was even learning Spanish so I could help the people who didn't speak English, on the days that we had to spend time on the phones as Contact Reps, which, although IRS officials would not acknowledge, was not fair because the Contact Reps were GS-8s and most of us in Collections were GS-7s, and got no pay increase for time spent doing the Contact Reps job. ) I had my appeal to the Merit System Protection Board completed and ready to go when I contacted my Union rep the day before the deadline and was told it would be set for arbitration instead and it had already been taken care of. Now, unless it was a case of discrimination, the MSPB tells me it is way to late to appeal to them. Termination was October 2010. There are timelines to be met at every stage, usually 15 to 60 days depending on what stage of appeal it is in at the time. I will proceed to tell you what stupid conversation set this 17 month horror in action. A period so stressful it put me in the hospital having to undergo major surgery. Still, I came back and worked "under the gun" another 7 months. I was given the opportunity when they gave me the proposal to remove me in March 2010 to resign and state whatever reason I wanted. After hanging over my head at that time for almost a year, I was not going to lay down. I pretty much knew what my fate would be, since these 1203(b) cases are closely montitored by TIGTA and reported to Congress. So, I kept working until the guillotine blade fell. As I said, "Eyes that do not see, hearts that do not feel". At least any pain but their own.

Let me tell you how this destruction of my job started. My husband became totally disabled in 2002 and had gotten continually worse no matter what doctors did. Not being able to work and having his social security benefits denied until they almost ran out, he was also depressed most of the time, though he tried to hide it from me.
I went back to work at the IRS in 2007, just about the time he got a decent attorney who got a new claim filed just short of the deadline, but that still didn't come through until June 2009.
I had worked at the IRS from 1979 until 1990 and resigned to care for and spend time with my ailing father and my mom. While working I hardly ever saw them, even though we lived right next door. My husband was making decent money and we could give up our January vacations in Hawaii for me to be able to stay home. At the time Randy was a painting contractor, so I could take over doing his books.
(If only I had known that in a little over ten years there would be no breadwinner in our household.) Things changed in 1991 when he started working in the Bay Area for a building contractor. He was only home on weekends for most of the years until 2002. Probably why I didn't notice the changes in him and how ill he was becoming.
Between 2002 and 2007 our home was in foreclosure three times. My car went to hell sitting in front of the house. Finally lost it cause we couldn't afford to get it registered . Couldn't afford gas either, but then we had no where to go.

Our Beautiful Mika
Our Beautiful Mika

Anyway, in December 2008 I brought home a little miniature pinscher/chihuahua puppy after someone at work mentioned she was giving some away. At this time I was working 6:00 AM to 2:30 PM leaving my disabled husband home alone. He had been so depressed for so long, feeling sick all the time and not being able to make a living, I thought a little companion might be just what he needed. We'd always had lots of pets but our dogs were all older and didn't do much either.

Well, this little girl, he named her Mika, was exactly what he needed. I finally saw a smile, even laughter from him and I saw the man he used to be, before he got so sick. Every night when I got home he would take me by the hand and say, "C 'mon, I want to show you what Mika learned today. She is so smart, I only had to show her one time!" And I would watch her do what he taught her and we would both laugh and talk and play with Mika til we fell asleep. She became the light of his life and I didn't have to worry so much about leaving him alone. I had gone back to work shortly before his SSA finally came through because he needed some decent health care. So, I really had no choice. We had been living on money from a refinance of our home and my mother's retirement, as she moved in with us after my dad passed away in 1999.               

Tragedy! April 3, 2009

I woke up and my husband said that Mika felt hot and wasn't her usual happy morning waker upper. I reached over and felt her and immediately said she needed to get to the vet. Randy took her and the vet gave her some shots and medicine to take at home. She only got worse. The next morning, Saturday, at 10:00 AM, Randy took her back to the vet and they gave her about ten shots of water to hydrate her (he said she never cried once) the vet said she might have Parvo. Parvo! She had her puppy shots. (Turned out it was a hereditary thing called something like Chiklida. I don't know, never heard of it before.)                                                                                                                                                                     

Mika with her daddy
Mika with her Daddy who loved her so much!

Before I describe the pain of losing Mika, I would like you to consider this: I have had a stillborn baby girl and two miscarriages; and Randy was denied seeing his son, his only child, from the time he was three until he was sixteen. So, we have had our share of heartache. And this too, was right up at the top of our list!

When Randy brought Mika home from the vet it was a little after 11:00 AM and she looked so sad. He laid with her on our bed as she passed in and out. And as she took her last breaths, I thought my heart would break in two, when my sweet husband cried out, "oh God, she's leaving us, Goodbye baby girl!" She died at 4:30 PM April 4, 2009, two days before our 29th wedding anniversary. Randy cried for hours and I cried for them both. My husband's little constant companion of only four months was gone. He thought he would have her a lifetime. We were lost and didn't know what we would do.

Whoa, reliving that was hard. Had to go take a long break. I was informed that minpin/chihuahua mix dogs do have a heart and spirit as big as Mika's and were very lovable as she was and as hard as it would be to ever replace her, I was gonna give it a try. Mika was so loving that you couldn't help but love her back and if another was anywhere near as sweet natured, high spirited and extraordinarily smart, it would be a blessing. I looked high and low and within a month I found a place that had 2 female litter mates (so they said) and one looked almost exactly like Mika, markings and the little look in her eyes.

Twin puppies


OK, so I couldn't find one that was as beautiful as Mika. She was just about perfect.
Still, I immediately filled out the ridiculously long, intrusive application for those two and one other a little older. I didn't really mind since I know some people who adopt pets are just not right or ready for them and they wind up homeless again. I explained that I would take both of the litter mates if they wanted them to be together and that I would drive down to Anaheim from Fresno and pick them up, as I am terribly averse to shipping animals because they are treated like freight and a lot die en route. The cost for the puppies was right at $450.00 each including future spaying which they require you do at their veterinarians.
Now, I read on their website that because they are so short of volunteers they only responded to the email applications if the adoption was going to go through, so when I saw an email from Love 4 Canines I told Randy to pack up, we were going to L.A.
And then, I read it.
It stated, and I quote,
"Hi Carolynn,

Thanks so much for your interest in our dogs, however we only adopt to
the local So Cal area. :-( We wish you the very best in your search!"
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I sat stunned for a few minutes and then told Randy what the email said. He was like, "huh?" Well, I thought we were on our way. It was Saturday, perfect for a trip down south and back with a new little baby or two. I was a pretty ticked due to the fact that I was only expecting a reply if they approved the application, since it was stated on their website as their policy. If only she just hadn't replied.
And why did she? Against her own policy she took the time, personally, to let me know that I could NOT buy one of her rescued pets for $450.00. And Randy, who had even gotten a little excited and smiled every time he looked at the pictures was just plain ANGRY. He said they might as well be killing Mika all over again. He was hurt, angry, frustrated and he also knew how hard I had worked at finding a puppy. That was all I did in the weeks since we lost Mika. Go to work, come home and search the internet, sleep sometimes, and do it again, every single day.
I guess I was kinda obsessed.
And yes, I, well we, replied. (and I will go into that in a little bit)

A LITTLE BACKGROUND

When I left the IRS in 1990 I was a GS-7 step 5 permanent employee, and I went back as a GS-4 step 1 seasonal employee. I was hired in tax accounts doing important but repetitive, boring, mind numbingly boring work. I applied for everything I could find and I got picked up in Collections in a building I did not even know existed. It was in downtown Fresno and it was beautiful. A far cry from the Fresno Service Center on the outskirts of town and clear across town from me. It took me almost 25 minutes going to work at 5:30 AM, and almost 45 minutes trying to fight the getting off work traffic coming home. It took me maybe 5 minutes to get to my new job at the Compliance building and I could come home for lunch to check on things everyday if needed.
The job I applied for was a GS-5,6,7 so I applied for all three, since I qualified due to my prior employment. But it hadn't caught up yet and I assumed I was hired as a GS-5. When I was told it was GS-7, I almost fainted. I also got my steps back and within 2 months I was offered a permanent position. I had everything back that I had when I left. And when I went from that GS-4 step 1 job to the GS-7 step 4, my salary almost doubled. Overnight. I felt like I'd won the lottery.

We had been living on so little for so long and almost lost our home three times in 2002, 2003 and 2005. Shoot! I felt like a millionaire. I was thrilled to say the least. Now it was worth me having to be away everynight, (oh yea, I went swing shift, which I really liked. I loved my job, I enjoyed my fellow employees and I even really liked my managers.

This Section 1203(b) of the RRA of 1998 was instituted during the time I did not work for the IRS. There was a little blurb in the new hire Standards of Ethics pamphlet you get, but there is no way I knew that there were ten things, not even really bad things, that require mandatory termination and cannot be mitigated except by the IRS Commissioner. And it never even reaches him really, because there is a board of some kind that makes the decision if they think he should even consider mitigation. So, I guess that isn't really, "only can be mitigated by the Commissioner",, huh?

I had a job I really enjoyed for the first time in my life from January 2009 until May when I received a bunch of phone calls from that Love 4 Canines group. At work, at home, on my cell. Finally one said, Carolynn I have some good news for you and wish you would call. She gave me a time she would call me if I could be available too. I waited, she called and I knew after the first few minutes that she was either in TIGTA's office or they were at her home and she was being coached on every word she said. It was true! They were sitting right in her living room, and proudly told me that at our first hearing/meeting in September of 2009. I talked to two managers about what had happened and worried from May until TIGTA notified my manager of the hearing I had to attend. I worried more from then until I received a Notice of Proposal to remove me from the Service in March 2010. Got that one in the mail the very day I got out of the hospital after major, (robotic no less), surgery due to what all the continual stress did to my digestive system. I was so tied up inside they had to remove three feet of my intestines. Even though my doctor wanted me to take six weeks off, I talked him into letting me go back after two. I used up all my sick leave by then and wasn't granted advanced leave, I am sure, due to my impending termination. I qualifed for the advanced sick leave in every way a perm employee can, and this was not even a pending disiplinary action at the time. My manager approved it but hers did not. This one that would not approve my leave was one of the deciders of the death sentence to my livelihood.

omgwtf
Kinda how I felt!

The union requested an oral reply and that was finally set for June 2010. Everyone thought it went well and nobody thought I would be terminated for my silly email. I let everybody I knew read it and none thought it sounded like a threat to have someone audited. That is not even something that I could have done as I had no input into the IRS auditing decisions, as I had informed the lady from Love 4 Canines when she called me in the TIGTA "set up" phone call.
Finally, on the 19th of October 2010, my manager came over and gave me the deciding official's decision. I would be terminated as of October 22, 2010. The official date would be the 25th. Pay period ended on the 23rd, but I got charged all the insurance and retirement that kept being taken out the next pay period even though I didn't work a minute of it. That got sucked out of my annual leave refund. They do have their ways.....

The deciding official was, by the way, the same man who had only a few weeks prior contacted my manager by email to say that he wished he had more employees like myself. I had written a response to some complaints other empoyees made on a "talk to the Director" page in our newletter saying that I thought we had a great job, sitting in a nice air conditioned office, making good money and that we could be out digging ditches,

O.K. Now, the deadly sin that took away what I went to work every single day to achieve. (oh, except for that 2 weeks and a day that I was in the hospital getting my guts cut out.

OK, are you ready for it. Ready? OK,

Did - I - mention - where - I - work?

Those are the six words that took the rest of my life with any kind of security away from me and my family.

Six little smart assed sounding words that were taken out of context, but nobody really saw anything else in the email I sent to my accuser. Just those six little words. Not even my words, but added in by my husband.

This was a personal issue, not a taxpayer/IRS issue. It all took place from my home, not the workplace and those six stupid, smart assed words were only meant to qualify a prior statement. I'd said that the people who allow non-profits to be non-profit would probably be interested in the adoption policies of her organization. Just stating a fact. They probably would be interested. Nothing about me letting them know, let alone in any way initiating an audit. That thought must have come from her guilty conscience. Because it didn't come from me. It's not my fault if she has reason to believe or be afraid of an impending investigation into her business affairs. I had no intention of leading her to believe I was going to do anything but check with other animal rescue operations and see what their policies were compared to her idiotic ones that prevented the animals from getting homes which was what she was supposedly in business to do! (sorry for the super long sentence, I really do know better)

This was an animal rescue/adoption situation, and yes, I did tell this person that I was going to contact some of my friends still active in Animal Rights and see what they thought about the way her operation was run.

If you run an animal rescue group and are trying to find "forever" homes for the animals, it seems to me that you would want to adopt as many of them as possible and not put ridiculous restrictions, such as you live farther than 50 miles from where the animals were rescued. Obviously, there weren't enough homes for them there, or they would have been in them, not on the streets or in shelters where this group got them. To turn down over $900.00 for a couple of mutt puppies when you say that you are in dire need of cash donations, food, blankets and foster homes? More tomorrow, can't relive much more of this for now. I do have alot of it in the appeal that never was so maybe can cut and paste for awhile. You can take a break too. See the pictures below and read the worthless trivia and I promise to be back when you are done.

Fireworks Over the Atrium
IRS Fresno Compliance Services

Located in downtown Fresno, this federal government facility consists of 6 floors, totaling approximately 195,000 square feet, with an 800-car parking garage. Extensive site work was done to locate this facility in the downtown area. The building includes 4 separate computer rooms housing state-of-the-art communication data systems, medium-level security, and an eat-in restaurant. In order to comply with the strict California seismic code requirements massive braced "X - frames" were anchored to 60" diameter drilled piers constructed of concrete and reinforcing steel. The drilled piers are approximately 70 feet deep, and are intended to help resist lateral movement and uplift in the event of an earthquake.

Fresno Compliance Services

Aw chit, let's lighten up with a little useless trivia.....

1. Our eyes are always the same size from birth to death, but our nose and ears
never stop growing.

2. The electric chair was invented by a dentist.

3. All polar bears are left-handed.

4.In ancient Egypt, priests plucked EVERY hair from their bodies, including their
eyebrows and eyelashes.

5. An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. (Hmmm.I think I know a few ostriches!)

6. TYPEWRITER is the longest word that can be made using the letters only on one
row of the keyboard.

7. Go.. Is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.

8. A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.

9. The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.

10.Americans, on average, eat 18 acres of pizza every day.

11.Butterflies taste with their feet.

12. A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows why.

13. In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all the world's nuclear weapons
combined.

14. On average, 100 people choke to death on ballpoint pens every year.

15. On average, people fear spiders more that they do death!

16. Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are recently arrived immigrants.

17. Thirty-five percent of the people who use personal ads for dating are already married!

18. Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.

19. Only one person in two billion will live to be 116 or older.

20. It.s possible to lead a cow upstairs, but not downstairs.

21. Women blink twice as much as men.

22. A snail can sleep for three years.

23. No word in the English language rhymes with MONTH..

24. The average life span of a major league baseball is 7 pitches.

25. The Main Library at Indiana University sinks over an inch every year because when it
was built engineers failed to take into account the weight of all the books that would occupy
the building.

Didn't really need to know all that now didja?

However, here is a really useful bit of information:

When you go to buy bread in the grocery store, have you ever wondered which is
the freshest, so you 'squeeze' for freshness or softness? Did you know that bread is
delivered fresh to the stores five days a week and that each day has a different color
twist tie and/or plastic clip?.

They are:

Monday = Blue

Tuesday = Green

Thursday = Red

Friday = White

Saturday. = Yellow

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I am in such a bad mood....... My 62 year old house is falling apart and hubby can't do much and hasn't since becoming disabled. I need alot, but there are a few things I have to do and will have to save for months to get a plumber and an electircian. I can no longer turn my shower/bath water on and off. Been using gripper pliers on it for years since the plastric face plate broke off. Now the metal has all broken off and there is no easy way to get to the old pipes except through the dining room wall. I am also blowing fuses continually and need to get some wiring updated from the days when we had almost no electrical appliances. I have 4 breakers and almost the whole house is on one of them. Twelve outlets. Two have four on them and the other has an outside wire from an old patio that we have not used in 20 years. I'm thinking those two jobs will cost at least $1,000.00 maybe more. If I hadn't have lost my job for some ridiculous reason I wouldn't even be in this house that is falling in around us. I'll die here now. Hard to do just about anything on $1,500.00 a month from hubby's disability. I know, bitch, bitch, bitch! AND yes, I will be doing that till the day I die too. I grew up in the house next door and watched this neigborhood go downhill ever since they took down our huge drive-in theatre and put in apartments in its place. Too many people for the schools, the stores, the streets well, everything. I am trying really hard to be a grownup about this, but it has been almost three years now (thank you very much NTEU), and everything is back to being almost as hard as before I went back to work and Randy finally got his SSDI, ten months after I went back. I don't dwell on it too much, but I was really looking forward to things getting a little better and alot easier on us as we grow old and now it will be little better than being homeless. Have to pinch pennies sooooo hard, and have a dilapidated roof to sleep under. I do tell myself every single day that there are alot of people worse off than me and I pray for them. I don't think it was ever supposed to be an easy life for me so I'm used to it. I just had my heart set on being able to live decently in my old age. I think I have gained 50 pounds sitting around being depressed. That doesn't help either. Now I can barely walk on my poor overworked feet. But I still have my mom, Randy and my two dogs to make me laugh. Hope anyone who comes here and reads this is having a wonderful life and that it only gets better and better. I know it is hard in the world now. Our leaders do nothing to help us as they spend, spend, spend our money or give it away. God help all you taxpayers! I hear the IRS is cracking down. Oh my, I certainly hope that didn't sound like a threat!?!

UPDATE March 13, 2014 my 63rd birthday

My poor husband had his foot cut off Dec. 23rd, 2013 and his leg amputated to below the knee Dec. 27th. He almost died of blood poisoning and spent 4 days in the ICU between the two surgeries and I brought him home Dec.31st. On February 16th he fell right on his stump and it broke open all the stitches. He went back to hospital for surgery to fix it and got out the next day. March 27th he got his prothetic leg and I cried as I saw him walk for the first time in 3 months. Today, March 31, 2014, I am feeling pretty lucky. I still have my husband and he still has his wonderful sense of humor after all he has gone through. We may not have much money but we have each other, I still have my Mom here with us and we are happy despite everything. I thank God for it all.

UPDATE!!

Randy died December 25, 2015. He'd had a endovascular surgical procedure on the 23rd. I picked him up at 5:30 PM, stopped for some food and came home. He ate in the car and then our son helped me get him in the house. He was in a lot of pain and I called the doctor for something for the pain. It didn't help. I got him into bed about midnight and stayed with him, except for getting food for him, until Christmas Day. At 3:30 PM I got up to check my email etc. and he asked me to get his foot out of the covers cause he was hot. I was no more than 20 or 30 feet from him for the next 20 minutes then went back to check on him. No response. I called out to him 3 times getting louder each time, until our son heard me and came running. I asked him to do something and went to call 911. If he hadn't have been there, I think I would still be sitting on the bed with my husband. I lost 10 pounds a week for the first 4 weeks and another 25 or 30 since then. Randy used to cook such good food and eating was something we enjoyed doing together. It is just not as interesting without him. I have never been so devastated, lonely or heartbroken in my life. I will never be the same..

My heartfelt challenge in life is to see more good than bad,
more love than hate; more creativity than destruction,
more truth than lies; more kindness than cruelty, more
generosity than greed, and more hope than despair.

I will try my best to look only for the positive while living with the negativity that comes with living on the earth we have at present.

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