Monday, April 18, 2011

Potty Mouth and the IRS

One of the worst careers in the world, for me, would be to become an accountant. Just ask Jon. He'll tell ya'. I was working on my income tax on Friday and decided to call him to vent about the IRS. I used  every profanity known to mankind.

The Federal tax forms weren't too bad. It was those @#%* New York State forms that sent me into a mental state of major meltdown. There is no personal exemption this year, no break for senior citizens, and just no way I could get around paying the bastards in Albany.

To add injury to insult, our NYS judges just received a $10,000 stipend added to their six figure incomes. Part of that $10K goes toward the purchase of judicial robes to the tune of $400 each. All I can say is, there must be mighty large, deep pockets sewn into those robes.

Next year, I'm going to have an accountant do my taxes early. Jon insists on it. He was shocked to learn some new swear words he's never heard of before; especially from his "sweet, little, lotus blossom". AND he was in the Army.

 As far as accountants are concerned, I'm going to send each one I know a sympathy card. The cretins in Albany, aka NY politicians, are getting a bag of horse pucky as soon as I get my passport updated.

4 comments:

lightly said...

oh look someone not happy with the IRS, wow never seen that before.
why r u only now upset that the people who you are paying are wasteful, they have been wasteful for years and years and years and....

Pam Beers. said...

It's interesting that I am getting upset now, lightly. I never gave two hoots about politics before. The waste part ot seems so much more prevalent with all the technology we have at our fingertips.

Newt said...

One solution is to move to - you guessed it - Florida. Oh, the politicians here are just as crooked, but there's no income tax. And Floridians don't seem to mind that the primary source of revenue is from developers and businesses who buy the rights to plunder the special environment down here. Read anything from Carl Hiaasen and see the truth. (Carl has written the same amusing novel a dozen or more times. Still fun to read.)
Newt

Pam Beers. said...

Florida is a nice place to visit...but...

I love Hiaasen. He's a HOOT.