Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Its the Tax Season (Kill Me Now)

Just drove into town from my remote work location to get the TAXES done.


There are just too many variables for me to be comfortable doing them myself. Sometimes us older folks got complications, like medical deductions, business expenses, some, hardly any, interest from savings accounts.


Sheesh, its like getting a tooth pulled that ain't quite ready to come out.


And I'm not just being a baby. Even the tax expert helping me had to call a co-worker over for help, then we worked a while and she had to call the boss for advice.


Wow! Its not like I'm illiterate either, but if taxes get much harder I think they're going to have to offer sedatives instead of coffee.




But, hey, how about this idea: let anyone who had a driver's license proving they're over 55 and don't earn more than a million bucks, get zero tax liability?


There ought to be some perk for all the wrinkles and sags we're dealing with. It's devastating enough to look in the mirror while you're getting dressed to meet the TAX Pros without having to open your bank books, earning statements and last years woes to young kids. I mean, my expert seemed like a kid.
That's what happens when you get old, I guess. She might even have had kids, but they would have been kindergarteners, at most.


Have to admit, it was gratifying when she said, "I've got this client, she's a writer, and she like, goes all over the place, so like, does she have to file a state return?"


The answer was, Yes!