I never should have said a word about making a trip to Ireland to research POS. I should have just waited till I'd done it and then mentioned it. Every time I make my intentions and plans public, I get kicked in the teeth. This time it's the Fates sending the IRS to do their dirty work.
I just got my taxes done. And to paraphrase the Dastardly Dan characters in so many pot-boiler romances of the late 19th century -- "I can't pay 'em." Not completely. They're about 40% more than I expected. Especially since I'm being hit with a penalty for not paying estimated taxes every three months. I was able to get away with it prior to last year because I had some in the system due to various things -- cashing out my 401K and paying a percentage of that in tax; not owing any at all, for 2009; stuff like that. This year? No way out. So I am proverbally fucked.
This happened the last time I thought I could go, about 2 years back. I thought I was getting some money in, and it turned out I not only didn't, but even though I'm still being promised it, I'll never see a penny. All because I mentioned it on my blog.
Right now, my accountant is going over everything to see if she can figure out how to lessen the burden and we'll talk more in the morning, but I'm not hopeful. And I'll wind up owing even more because I'll have to work up some sort of payment plan with the IRS and they are idiots to deal with. The last time I had trouble with them, it took me six months to straighten it out and then it only became okay because I got the name of a supervisor and directed all my correspondence to that person, no matter who contacted me from there.
Love it. Love my whole fucking situation. I'm owed over $20K by family, friends and people I've done business with...and I'll never get any of it. There's always a problem or a reason or an excuse as to why they can't pay me...and has been for years. Way of the world.
Shit...I'm slipping into a nasty whine. I'm getting out of here and having some Indian food and a beer. As Scarlett said, "I'll deal with this crap tomorrow (of course, I'm paraphrasing)."
I just got my taxes done. And to paraphrase the Dastardly Dan characters in so many pot-boiler romances of the late 19th century -- "I can't pay 'em." Not completely. They're about 40% more than I expected. Especially since I'm being hit with a penalty for not paying estimated taxes every three months. I was able to get away with it prior to last year because I had some in the system due to various things -- cashing out my 401K and paying a percentage of that in tax; not owing any at all, for 2009; stuff like that. This year? No way out. So I am proverbally fucked.
This happened the last time I thought I could go, about 2 years back. I thought I was getting some money in, and it turned out I not only didn't, but even though I'm still being promised it, I'll never see a penny. All because I mentioned it on my blog.
Right now, my accountant is going over everything to see if she can figure out how to lessen the burden and we'll talk more in the morning, but I'm not hopeful. And I'll wind up owing even more because I'll have to work up some sort of payment plan with the IRS and they are idiots to deal with. The last time I had trouble with them, it took me six months to straighten it out and then it only became okay because I got the name of a supervisor and directed all my correspondence to that person, no matter who contacted me from there.
Love it. Love my whole fucking situation. I'm owed over $20K by family, friends and people I've done business with...and I'll never get any of it. There's always a problem or a reason or an excuse as to why they can't pay me...and has been for years. Way of the world.
Shit...I'm slipping into a nasty whine. I'm getting out of here and having some Indian food and a beer. As Scarlett said, "I'll deal with this crap tomorrow (of course, I'm paraphrasing)."
4 comments:
Sorry to hear about your IRS troubles, Kyle. I am in a bad situation, too. Still out of work for six + months and out of money with bills mounting up and plumbing problems at the house compounding. I, too, am fucked.
But I am faithfully buying lottery tickets and when I win, I will be sure to help you get to Derry.
Sucks to be desperate.
Enjoy your Indian food. If I was there, I'd go with you.
Looks like you and I are the poster boys for "screwed." The one difference being I at least have an income, now.
The lamb curry was nice and tasty, but the sauce wasn't nearly as thick as the sauce at India's Grill. A good choice for Buffalo...and it still worked at calming me down (as did a Taj Mahal). It's not like it's the end of the world for me.
I hope you find work soon. You're too damn good to be idle like this. I guess I'll start playing the lottery, too, and vise verse on what happens with my winnings.
Kyle, sorry about your IRS troubles. Don't even get me started. I'm paying back taxes for Federal and State for the past 3 years, and add onto that, my taxes for this year. Yeesh!
Thankfully by making myself a bit poorer in the short-term (taking out an additional $50 for Federal and an additional $50 for State) hopefully I'll be at least flush next year.
JP, do NOT give voice to hope. The Fates will hear you and destroy it.
Okay, so I sound like Gloomy Gus...but this has happened so many times in the past, you'd think I'd learn and just STFU. But I don't and they have all sorts of fun with me.
I'm beginning to think I'm the Edgar Allen Poe of dramatic-gay-suspense-erotica...not talent-wise but financially.
Did everything go well with your fund-raiser?
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