It Was A Weekend Of Upsets.
Forget the Oscars and Crash "upsetting" Brokeback. The biggest upset was going to have my taxes done. Oh sure I braced myself, but it still doesn't go far when you are told that you owe way more than you could possibly afford. I write off (legitimately) just about everything but groceries. The accountant told me that after this addition here and these subtractions there, that the government basically considers me to have lived off "said $'s" last year (a number too embarassingly low to mention.) I said, in otherwords - poverty level.
And yet they still want money that I can't afford to give them and (really, even after about $20,000 in deductions) is a big f-ing chunk of money. She then tries to soften the blow by telling me that 75% of these taxes I'll be paying is actually going towards my own Social Security. That made me laugh outloud. An oh so brief moment of comic relief.
So was the moment when a potential client told me that, really, you'll love my dog so much you'll want to walk her for free... Though it looks like I won't be meeting that dog, I'm certain it would be true. Like Social Security in 2026
Posted by nora murphy at March 6, 2006 08:28 PM | TrackBack