Dear R.C.*
Re: your recent letter questioning Line ### of my t*x ret*rn - your timing is impeccable. As in, good move picking on someone already overwhelmed and drowning in paperwork and phone calls.
Try as I might, I can’t figure out what the hell you’re talking about. I had to call an accountant and I don’t quite understand what he’s talking about either. Apparently, you’ll be hearing from him and then you’ll get in touch with me again and then I’m to call him again…and oh, bloody hell…more telephone tag…
Excuse my language. Back to the issue at hand.
While I may lack accounting smarts, I am cognizant of the fact you are struggling with a huge def*cit and that your request is simply a potential means to reduce it – via me.
I sincerely hope you are also going after the wealthy of this nation – those who know all about t*x shelters and where to hide their $$. I think you’ll have far more success reducing the def*cit via these folks. It might only take a few of those letters to do so.
And if we are unable to resolve this issue to my satisfaction, what will you do? Sue me? Compound interest me to death/poverty on the amount you think (hope) I still might owe?
Bring it on. I was just saying the other day I wish I could vent some of my accumulated stress and frustration at a perfect stranger. You could be it.
Sincerely,
BooksEtc.
P.S. Who am I kidding? We both know I’ll co-operate. I’m just hoping it turns out to be wishful thinking on your part and not a mistake on mine.
(*R.C. = a government agency responsible for raking in $$$ - lots of it. Real name not used because I don’t want them on my *ss for the rest of my life.)
17 comments:
R.C. was after me this year...for $21.75. I was tickled that they thought so highly of me that with their calculations on some tax or other, I now owed an additional $21.75. I hadn't hustled fast enough to get a cheque into the mail (with that deficit I figure my paltry pittance wasn't going to touch that mountain), and they quickly sent me a reminder filled with some mighty strong threats. Bring it on R.C. -- I'm with you. I did send the cheque, with a note attached (like the minion who reads that will give a flying rats backside) but I did feel better.
Now here's the laugh...R.C. sent my husband a nice big cheque for adjusted taxes...which is many more times the paltry $21.75 they bled from me.
Government. 'nuff said.
Nice to have you back in full vent mode...but I'm sorry for the headache they're causing!!
Gotta love RC. Last year they informed us that our child tax credit wasn't approved because apparently our children didn't exist. They wanted us to pay back the $900, prove they existed and then they would refund the credit. We offered to mail the kids to Summerside, PEI while the whole thing was sorted out. We finally got the credit but we still have the kids ;)
All my available empathy to you.
This is exactly the kind of thing that I dread and detest. Funnily enough, my literacy level seems to decline when I have to read forms.
And way down here in California....I got an extra tax bill in the mail. Ack!!! The world has gone crazy! In a frustrating kind of way!
Sounds like a nightmare - hope you can resolve it all soon.
Ah yes, the famous RC, in cahoots with RQ and RO, famous for squeezing the already squeezed for a few drops more.
Things could be worse. They could want your organs as well.
sherry lee:
$21.75. A drop in the bucket, huh? But times a few million...oh, hell, still a drop in the bucket.
Nice to be back. And we both know venting can be good for mind and body & soul – let it out!
Cid:
Your story beats any other I’ve heard. Who reads these returns? And can’t they check with birth registration before hounding the taxpayers?
Bee:
My panic may have interfered with my literacy skills – that, and my abject mathematical skills. ;)
Barrie:
Double-dipping!
Casdok:
What will be, will be… ;)
The Bodhi Chicklet:
Way too many Rs - not enough $$...
April:
You are such an optimist – always looking on the bright side!
GREAT rant! You still got it girl...that was good.
RC...yeah, they aren't a whole bundle of fun are they....accountants aren't exactly a gas....you know that old saw about what doesn't kill us makes us stronger...makes you wonder sometimes which is the better option...we'd be more rested anyway.
hang tough hon, we're all thinking of you.
hugs,
O
oreneta:
Hug very welcome & so nice to hear I’ve still “got it.” ;)
And, yeah, I could do with a rest...but not the ultimate one – not yet!
Ugh, I feel for you.
I had troubles with the CRA the second year I was in Canada and I eventually had to give up the "fight" (over $50!) because I just couldn't figure out what they wanted from me. They just keep on quoting lines and pages and at the end, I begged them to take my money and to leave me alone.
I was making less than $2000 a YEAR at that time... Never mind.
ughhh
I hope things are settling down.
rc, as in 'royal crown' cola? :P lol
bring on the crown royal, instead! ;)
but yeah, it does not pay to irritate them... they're above the law, and know it... same as the american irs! :(
uggghhh
and
hugggg
Well, as I tell my children when they are trying to force me in to promising them (insert whatever it is they want this week) xyz....
"There are only two certainties in this life. Death & Taxes."
Give'em Hell...!
no, you don't want the tax people on your back. those letters, i'm sure, are routine and easily taken care of. it's usually because, erm, the numbers don't add up. it happened to me once, and it was in *my* favor (i had to take my documentation in). they haven't bothered me since. knock on wood.
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