five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, April 11, 2002
The yearly masochistic torture fest known as tax preparation is over. I'm happy because there's actually a refund involved (although the federal will never see the inside of my checking account. Three dirty words: back taxes owed). I'm sad because this means I made so little this past year as to actually have no taxable income.
The nitty gritty of adult life really sucks.
Our local transit system charges self employed a tax, which I think is utterly ridiculous. I'm self-employed with a home office; why on earth would I ever need to
use the bus??? (before anyone asks: the café is not considered part of my sole proprietorship business.
This is.)
is
this just not enough…?
