Actually, I write for a living, and frankly, it’s a great gig. Where else are jammies, underwear or even buck naked acceptable attire while “on the job.” I also set my own hours,which could be in response to looming deadlines, whining dogs or even phases of the moon.
Yes, I love everything about this chosen profession – with the exception of one thing. The IRS.
As a greenie, I get so frustrated with the yearly paperwork scramble. Though no picnic for anyone, for those of us who recycle everything, (unfortunately receipts included) faster than whirling dervishes spin, this time of year sucks.
In fact, for the last couple of weeks, I’ve raced about like Benny Hill, dumping purses, scavenging coat pockets and cluttered drawers alike; searching every nook and cranny for paper snippets that will save me from payment damnation.
Of course I’m not alone – every taxpayer faces this excruciating trial, but for those of us who are eco-minded, the paper waste is the part that’s so hard to stomach.
Those teetering piles of “yes-I-really-spent-this-for work” receipts you must hang onto until the polar caps disappear, (or Cher stops performing), really rankle us to the core.
Okay, I know. I know. As a business owner, this is just the nature of the beast. I should get over my recycling obsessiveness, turn a blind eye and simply appease the government bean counters.
I also know places like Shoeboxed.com can computerize hated paperwork and eliminate the piles altogether. Maybe I’ll take this route some day.
But for now, it’s tax season, and like the majority of Americans, I just want to complain; albeit for me it’s from my greenie heart, but complain nevertheless – it’s the American way.
And though I find little to celebrate while pulling out my hair, I should probably mention a couple of pluses to this spring scramble: my bookkeeping skills have improved and my cuss word vocabulary has expanded. Thank you IRS.
So, although next year I’ll probably re-enact the whole woe-is-me scenerio once again, I’m learning as a business owner, I have to ignore some of my green tendencies on occasion if I want to stay afloat. Sigh…
But, on the other hand, as a writer, I can let everyone know how I feel about this whole paper waste affair.
And…,I get to do it buck-naked, if I so desire.