Four times a year I feel like I’m back in grade school and on my way to the principal’s office. A brick seems to form in my stomach as I package up my receipts and paperwork on my way to the my accountant for quarterly taxes. Before I even leave the house, I’m already predicting how many times I’ll be asked, “Why did you do this?” or more precisely, “Why did you do this – THIS WAY???”
Just like in the principal’s office, I get an overwhelming feeling that my accountant is completely disappointed in me… like the fact that I didn’t separate my food and restaurant receipts in just the right way will absolutely devastate the guy. You’d think after six years of working with Pete I’d realize he just wants to get me a gazillion deductions and then get me out of there so he can work his magic on the next client’s tax forms.
Of course, when I’m done and say my goodbyes to Pete and his wife/office manager Fran, I want to do a happy dance all the way to the car… which is a bit of problem in April because I have to haul a giant box packed with all my paperwork for the year.
Another year of taxes DONE!
From Thomas G. Byrne:
Oh, I wish I could do a happy dance after filing my taxes. As soon as I hit that e-file SEND button, I have visions of an audit even though I’ve been perfectly honest. Oi!