I feel like sheet. I relaxed and was allowing myself to truly enjoy my life. I’m sure I guess this will be straightened out but I have visions of me in prison stripes. Not pleasant. I always feel like apologizing for my blogging as if I write horribly and have nothing interesting to say. Good things are happening in my life or would have been if I didn’t have to worry about giving my soul, and all my worldly goods, to the IRS.
Blogging is such a minute part but it’s become a part of my life and I can’t seem to shake it. I enjoyed knowing that people actually read this blog. Sometimes like now I too need comments because I’m going bald–and have more hair on my head than anybody I know. (Didn’t take this out as Doug’s comment wouldn’t make sense.)
Forgive this self-indulgence. My accountant never sent it in as it was lacking one figure and it was tax season. He told me he was going to guestimate and send it. I know the IRS isn’t going to come for me etc etc but I needed to know that it was a mistake on the IRS’s end.
I had a perfect weekend and was too exhausted last night to get my mail. Should have waited until Monday. If you read Courting with any regularity you know that I received a notice from the IRS in February as I was preparing to move
I deleted the rest of this post because it was sad and self-indulgent and I kind of resent feeling that other people can be as self-indulgent in their blogs as they want to be. But I have a weird gallows sense of humor that doesn’t always translate well on paper.
I wish all the work I had done for my audit hadn’t been lost in the mail or lost in the IRS and I hope and know it will be straightened out.
I’m really sad and feel horribly sick because they think I never responded when I spent a month getting the information and it wasn’t easy. A lot was the IRS’s problem–they asked for things under names that weren’t on 1099’s–they didn’t cross reference my payments with my 1099’s. Many items had so little information on them my accountant and any person in a brokerage house had no idea what they were asking for.
Some things were my fault and I always intended to pay what I owed. A brokerage house that I do business with was taken over by another in mid year and I never got the first’s 1099. As I was renovating my apartment to move and had no space to organize stuff I didn’t realize I never got it and thought it was all on the company that took over the new one’s.
This notice was for 07–before I lost much money. So if I have to pay what they’re asking it’s–I can’t even imagine. I can imagine being in jail wearing prison stripes. I can imagine paying the rest of my life for some stupid mistakes, for my accountant not sending or them not receiving the info and letter explaining everything.
I was so happy. There are some amazing things about to happen in my life. But I need money…..
I felt so diminished when I got this notice and then I thought of the Madoff’s and people of his/her ilk who couldn’t give two shits and she’s not being charged with anything. I thought of all the people I know who brag about not having paid taxes for two or more years as if that’s something to be proud of when I think taxes keeps this country going–but you should pay as little as you legally can.
My dad was a CPA and getting this letter this weekend brought the hurt I never let myself feel after his death because my mother was frail to the forefront and I missed him like I never did before. And I missed the type of CPA he was. He would gladly take a call from somebody he might have inadvertently screwed–or maybe the letter is in IRS hell–but he would have accepted as his problem more than mine because he sent out the information and thus would have been responsible for its arriving at the IRS
I hope I have that type of accountant. I feel sick. I’m ready to turn myself in. I had to count the zero’s in the notice three times for it to sink in. If I did owe that amount of money I would have nothing left–and I don’t think a job at Wal Mart would cover my expenses let alone start to recoup the money. If I did owe it I would pay it but I don’t owe it. I can’t believe how sloppy the IRS notice was.
Do they have email in prison? Blogging? Twitter? Facebook? Will anyone of you write me? Visit me with a saw in a cake (ha ha). I know I’m totally exagarating but I need to get this out.
I was becoming such a calm happy person. i have always said simplifying my life is the single most complicated thing I have ever done and I keep getting more and more proof of that