Once again, it’s that part of the year when we face tax preparation time. This whole process is about as painful as any product you can find on the drug store shelf with the word, “Preparation,” written across it.
It’s especially difficult for people like me, whose idea of high finance is being able to locate the nearest ATM machine. We hear that there are big changes in the tax laws today. But if we look back in history, probably the basic premise is the same.
It goes like this, you work, sweat and toil as many hours as possible, give a portion of those earnings to the government and keep whatever is left over for things like patching the holes in the bottom of your shoes or the tent you are forced to list as your address. In fact, originally this arm of the government was called, “The Department of Just Hand it Over.” That of course didn’t sound right so they changed it to the Internal Revenue Service. By the way, you should also stay away from any product in the pharmacy that has the word, “Internal,” on the cover. It almost always has a red heat seeking spot on it, which is not a great sign
In any case, now I just bring my pathetic receipts and excuses to my accountant, whenever he returns from his chalet in Switzerland. With all the new changes in the tax code, which no one seems to understand, it is only fair that deadlines are now emboldened in red. This keeps it consistent with the shade of your balance sheet anyway. Taxes are at least something great we all have in common and can complain about loud and clear. United we stand on April 15th.#shareaholic#