Finally I'm sitting down to start the tedious process of putting together my 1099's and deduction spreadsheet to take to my accountant to do my 2014 taxes. I've been putting this off for months. This is the first time I'll be doing my taxes without sending the return to you to review before submitting it, and that makes me feel a bit at sea. It's sort of unfathomable for me to submit a tax return without having your eyes on it first. Even though you fired yourself as my accountant three or four years ago, you'd still give me advice and talk me through the process both before and after I saw my own accountant. For the first ten years of my "adult" life you simply filed my return for me.
Going through my old bank statements just now, I kept trying to skip December, 2014. You know what happened in December, 2014. Nothing good. Nothing I want to relive. It turns out you can't scroll from November to January, or January to November without passing December each and every time. And so, of course, I'm thinking of you.
There has to be a better way to do this deduction spreadsheet, one that doesn't take 6 or 7 hours of excruciatingly dull spreadsheet man power, but I don't know what that way is, aside from being much better organized all throughout the year, which seems like a hopeless cause for me. So starting the process every year is a matter of reviewing all of my documents from last year, going through all my various spreadsheets and PDF's, and thinking, ohh, right, I have to do that, and oh, yes, I'll have to do that again, and uhhhh, do I really have to go through that whole thing again? And stupidly I just thought, huh, this really does just seem to happen every year. Every damn year.
And then of course you know what popped into my head. The only sure things in life are death and taxes. I've always hated that inane saying. But, you know what? Today, at least, it feels pretty true.
I miss you endlessly, not just during tax season.
love a
Going through my old bank statements just now, I kept trying to skip December, 2014. You know what happened in December, 2014. Nothing good. Nothing I want to relive. It turns out you can't scroll from November to January, or January to November without passing December each and every time. And so, of course, I'm thinking of you.
There has to be a better way to do this deduction spreadsheet, one that doesn't take 6 or 7 hours of excruciatingly dull spreadsheet man power, but I don't know what that way is, aside from being much better organized all throughout the year, which seems like a hopeless cause for me. So starting the process every year is a matter of reviewing all of my documents from last year, going through all my various spreadsheets and PDF's, and thinking, ohh, right, I have to do that, and oh, yes, I'll have to do that again, and uhhhh, do I really have to go through that whole thing again? And stupidly I just thought, huh, this really does just seem to happen every year. Every damn year.
And then of course you know what popped into my head. The only sure things in life are death and taxes. I've always hated that inane saying. But, you know what? Today, at least, it feels pretty true.
I miss you endlessly, not just during tax season.
love a
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