This blog is not for the light-hearted or easily offended. If either one of those descriptions applies to you, i would suggest you start drinking before you read this blog. A sense of humor is suggested. If you don't have one that sucks for you … find one and get a life!

In which i forgot to drop them

 

In HONOR OF TAXES.  Written last week.  Stop harassing me.

 

It’s April 9th.  Why am I telling you this? Because the date is relevant because this is about taxes.  Now everybody knows that taxes are due April 15th.  I hate taxes, not because I have to pay money, but because they’re a colossal pain in the ass.  I have to organize the taxes for 5 people and collect all sorts of statements and write down all the charity contributions and all that crap, you know what it’s like.

 

This year, I bundled all the crap up and gave it to the accountant.  That’s right, I don’t do the taxes because they’re all tangled up with a company so the company accountant does the taxes.  Now I’ve known our accountant forever and he’s totally used to me at this point.

 

This year, I had it all together and sent all the worksheets in a couple of weeks ago.  By sent it in, I mean I gave it to Kevin to drop off since the accountant’s office is near Kevin’s plant.  So it’s all-good as I’ve finished my job for the time being right?  RIGHT? WRONG!

 

Last week Kevin tells me he needs these “K-1’s” which are some sort of tax form from this investment thingie.  He wanted to know if I’ve seen them.  Of course I hadn’t.  If they had said “important tax information” on the OUTSIDE of the envelope then they would have been in the tax pile therefore they’d now be with the accountant.

 

“Are you sure” he asked me, “because you have a huge stack of paperwork and you screw everything up?” which I think is an exaggeration because everything means that I “never don’t screw stuff up” and I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.  At any rate, I rechecked and informed him that I didn’t have the stupid “K-1’s.”  End of story right?

 

Wrong.  Kevin is gone now for two weeks.  He has a business trip in Tennessee.  Before he left he was cleaning out his briefcase and guess what he discovered?  That’s right.  The stupid forms.  See Kevin? You had them all along.

 

He was leaving on Sunday morning so he asked if he should just run them over to the accountants home on Saturday or could I handle it.  “Of course I can” was my response.

 

On Saturday evening Kevin put the forms in my car “so I would see them when I got in the car and I wouldn’t forget” them AS IF!

 

On Sunday morning I dropped Kevin at the airport and looked to my right and there were the forms.  Hmmmm, I thought, it’s only 9:00 on a Sunday morning.  That’s way to early to drop stuff off at somebody’s house so I better wait until later.

 

Well, later came and went and because I spent the entire day feeling sorry for myself because Kevin had left for two weeks and Daniel was ignoring me, I didn’t get in the car.  When Kevin put the forms in the car I wasn’t sure that was a good idea anyways because what would remind me to take them if I was IN THE HOUSE.  VALID POINT RIGHT???

 

Long story short, I got in the car Monday Morning and “OH SHIT” there’s the fucking forms.  I quickly call the accountant and said “should I run them out to you or should I still just drop them at the house?” and he said “drop them at the house.”  I mean, we still have 6 days left right?

 

But, by the time I got to Pilates I had a nasty email from Kevin asking about the forms.  “Lynn, you were supposed to have dropped these off yesterday, John already emailed me about them.”

 

Really? Because I spoke to John and he already knew I had forgotten to drop them off but it was too late. Not only that, but I guess Kevin was worried I wouldn’t check my email because I also had a text message saying “John needs those K-1’s.  He’s already called!” so now I’m apparently in trouble.

 

Geez, you forget one damn thing and you get harassed on every device you own.  I think that’s the down side of technology.  Also, I hate when people get messages to Kevin before I manage to clean up the mess.  It makes me look bad.

 

Well, I better get going.  I gotta drop off these forms.  I can’t imagine how many things I’ll fuck up in the next two weeks.  Why do they entrust anything to me?  That’s my opinion.

If you enjoyed this post, please consider leaving a comment or subscribing to the RSS feed to have future articles delivered to your feed reader.

6 Comments

  1. Charlenevans
    April 16, 2012

    Can’t blame you on that, cause I felt the same way last weekend. I almost mess up with my forms and everything. It shouldn’t be like that if I just remembered the date of the last filing of taxes.
    Charlenevans recently posted..handMy Profile

  2. By Word of Mouth Musings
    April 16, 2012

    Nothing worse than being caught out …
    Happens here all.of.the.time.
    Don’t why Ian doesn’t take over paying bills.
    By Word of Mouth Musings recently posted..Theta Mom, Heather Reinhard – my Monday MuseMy Profile

  3. alaina
    April 16, 2012

    Taxes are annoying on every level. Especially being responsible for them.
    alaina recently posted..Husbands & Dogs.My Profile

  4. Jester Queen
    April 17, 2012

    I hate taxes. Loathe them, actually.

    • Lynn
      April 17, 2012

      who doesn’t…

  5. Acai Berry Cleanse
    April 24, 2012

    @Lynn – Thanks for the post. Taxes are a pain in the a** and I thought my accountant was there to help me get the most “return” possible but it turned out that he was too worried about bending the law a bit to really discuss my options. Looks like next year I will be hiring someone new who really has MY best interests at hand. Thanks!

Follow Lynn on Facebook Follow Lynn on Twitter Follow Lynn via RSS Follow Lynn on Pinterest
Enter your Email

Recent articles


Follow Lynn on Facebook Follow Lynn on Twitter Follow Lynn via RSS Follow Lynn on Pinterest




Go to All Fooked Up Store 

Lynn MacDonald Art