seriously -last week almost killed me
I run my own business and there is a lonely staff of one. I am my own boss, my own assistant and my own sherpa. I am the marketing dept, the creative dept, the admin team and the person in charge of cleaning the coffee machine. I work in the mailroom and the boardroom. (Ok there is no boardroom) I do the leg work and the brain work. (Ok, you might want to argue the brain thing)
Most of the time this is very good, if not phenomenal but at tax time it can be frightening.
Can someone please explain the neat trick with numbers how they always add up differently. What is with that?
It is like we are demanding a little personality from those little devils. Come on don’t be predictable, surprise us, have some fun. Be unexpected.
But numbers aren’t supposed to behave that way.
That’s why some people love accounting and some would like to throw themselves on something sharp when they are left alone with nothing but numbers.
And paper.
And little tiny #$%^ing receipts.
I thank god I have a dad who is an accountant….
I used to do this for my dad’s office – he is the creative type, and tracking down receipts in his car and jacket pockets and stapling them by date and entering them in a spreadsheet so that we had the numbers ready when it came tax time each quarter was NOT my favourite job – but there is a certain satisfaction in wrestling all that chaos into order.
Here’s wishing you victory at the top of the mountain (of paper)!
I am scared she would leave me.
ah yes. Martin.
I so understand this. I’m hiring a bookkeeper this year.
Man, I do not envy you, lady. I had my own business for 11 years, but fortunately, I had Martin to do numbers for me, since I’m worse than hopeless. Can you hand over the shoebox of receipts to someone else? Math is sooooooo not my favourite. (Balls.)