A Taxing Day
April 19, 2011
You guys, that is a clever title.
So, it was a crazy Monday, but at least I had the fashion challenge to keep me going. Here’s outfit #15 — halfway through!
I gave Monday some sass.
Blurry contrast time! You know it’s my favorite.
Shirt and belt: Target. Skirt: Gap. Shoes: DSW.
So, I had some tax-related drama yesterday. I filed my 2010 taxes ages ago because I had a plan to be On It. However, this year, I’m a full-time freelancer, which means that I should be filing quarterly taxes. For some reason, I remember the tax guy telling me that the first filing for 2011 was at the end of April. Obviously, I was wrong. They were due yesterday. I remembered this Sunday night after I went to bed, so on Monday after Hebrew, I spent the afternoon scrambling to file my estimated taxes for the year. You guys, it did not go well.
First, I tried to go to Turbo Tax and H&R Block to see if they could help me. Their systems automatically brought me to 2010 tax stuff, though, and I was not patient enough to figure out how to get into a 2011 system. Then I tried irs.gov but it wouldn’t load. Probably because there were 90 million other idiots like me trying to file their taxes at the last second. So, the worst scenario possible became a reality; I had to do my taxes by hand. It was awful, you guys. I haven’t done math in about 70 years, and I couldn’t remember how to multiply or add. This is why I became a writer! And then the form kept expecting me to know how to subtract lines from one another, and how to divide and how to handle percentages. Percentages! It was quite traumatic, but I managed to come up with an amount that I owed the government. It was probably an incorrect amount, but I do not care. If they want the right amount of money, they should teach me how to use Turbo Tax.
So then, I had to go mail these stupid checks so that they were postmarked in time. But I didn’t have any stamps. And the seminary does not sell them, so there. So, I went to the post office. I figured there would be a line, but I would just use the little machine to buy some stamps. However, downtown Littleton is known for its quaintness, especially in its post office, which has never heard of newfangled things like “machines” or “not having a line that stretches down the hall for miles.” SO, I had to drive over to Wells Fargo because their ATMs carry stamps. Whew! I pulled on in and inserted my card, and immediately, giant yellow letters started flashing “This machine is out of stamps!!! There’s no way you’re going to get your taxes filed on time, sucker!!!” (It said that.) So, taking everything in stride with joy and longsuffering as I always do, I skipped on over to WalGreens where I bought some stamps after standing in line behind a lady who was very choosy about her cigarettes. Then I of course considered it pure joy as I took a quick trip back to the post office to mail the checks.
In conclusion, I better have this figured out in four months when I have to file again. And someone should teach me how to do arithmetic.
Have a good day, friends! Pure joy. 😉