I've never done my own taxes. I feel no particular shame about this. I make my own pie crust, and that's enough for me. Come tax season, I simply ship off my W2s and 1099s and what have you to my glorious, glorious accountant, and I don't think about it again until I see my refund come through. To me, in the famously inclement wilds of northern New York, April 15 is just another day with the very real possibility of snow.
Like the snow that's happening right now.
Welcome to the Frozen Librarian.
My name is Angela, and I'm still thawing out from that cold snap we had back in January, when our office was shut down for two days straight. I'll be writing about librarianship in the North Country, including news, opinions, best practices, professional development, grant opportunities, the occasional literary crush, and whatever else strikes my fancy. I may even post book reviews if the spirit moves me, though I'm famously bad at them. (My booktalking generally consists simply of holding my hand to my heart and saying, "So, so good. For real.")
Still snowing. Which is what I get for putting my winter coat away before June.
"The only difference between death and taxes is that death doesn't get worse every time Congress meets". Will Rogers
ReplyDeleteI'm right there with you Angela. I just hand over my stuff to the same person each year at H+R, then close my eyes until it's over.
Looking forward to your comments on our frozen library world!