The Tax Man Cometh
Work in Progress The Earthmovers
Copyright by Mona Majorowicz
Hmm, perhaps a more accurate title is, To The Tax Man We Go-eth.
Anywho, I have spent much of today neck deep in paper work. Our appointment with the accountant is less than 48 hours away. Yikes!
Now, I am a woman who is all about the numbers. Since knowing where we really stand business-wise can mean the difference between eating or not. Plus, I love statistics and inventories and records of what sells, when and where. I also track both my website and blog statistics eagerly.
That being said, I really (really, really) dislike going to the accountant. Not so much because I am worried or nervous. Its just because my business is … well … my business. This is my life and my passion. It is my blood, sweat and tears laid out before me, in all its numerical black and white glory. So then, to have a relatively complete stranger rifling through my private affairs, looking at it with cool impassionate eyes and making judgments, is hugely disturbing.
It kinda reminds me of those TV fashion police shows where the fashion experts rummage through their victims underwear drawers. All the while making comments. Until inevitably they pull out a pair. And holding them up high, they exclaim in horror. “What is this!”
Yeah, it’s exactly like that.