It’s the little details that you miss.
For more than a week, I’ve been wondering where my W-2 was. Companies are required by law to either hand you it before the end of January, or mail it so it arrives before then. There wasn’t an issue last year when they mailed it.
The first week of February ends and I still haven’t gotten it.
I feared a possibility of it being lost in the mail or my identity being stolen. So I contacted payroll about the “online” W-2 access. They set up my account and I was able to print a copy of my W-2 to do my taxes.
I did this last Monday, the sixth.
Fast forward to Friday evening, the tenth.
I’m lifting in my apartment’s fitness center and am between my squat and overhead press sets. One of the complex managers opens the door and comes in, beckoning me over. He has two W-2’s in his hand.
“These belong to you,” he said while handing me the W-2’s.
“How did you get those?” I asked.
“The mailman dropped them by the office, I think. He said there wasn’t a street address here, but figured it did belong to someone.”
“There wasn’t a street address here…”
I looked at the address on the W-2’s, and cursed internally.
My address had two of its digits transposed.
After I thanked the complex manager, I did a couple of sets of OHP and then cut it short to see if this was my cock-up or HR’s.
I dug back in my records to one of the old paystub printouts, and sure enough: the digits are transposed there too.
And it dawned on me: I had transposed two of the digits myself when I changed my address with my work almost two years ago.
The little details get you sometimes, and they don’t end up being important until they are. So it’s good to be aware of the small things.