Today was supposed to me a Me Day, but it didn't work out that way. Last week I dropped off my tax documents to my relatively new accountant. I'd tried to get everything done and delivered before my surgery, but didn't quite make it. Once I'd recovered sufficiently to resume work I thought I was a bit further along in the process than I actually was and overlooked some things. I go to a lot of trouble to provide accurate information to my accountants--one told me I went to too much trouble--but I was in a hurry to get it done. I would have thought that the accountant would have caught it, as there was no way that one of the documents could have been correct. It appears that he missed it. This disturbs me. He's an accountant! I called him on Friday, but he didn't return my call.
I spent several hours today, reviewing the numbers and looking up old records. I now have what I need--the correct numbers. But I am annoyed. I really hoped he'd work out. I've had so much trouble with accountants, from bad attitudes to errors to insulting remarks. I know what I need to do: I need to bone up on tax accounting and get my records organized. I know where the problems often arise and I need to take the time to cover those areas. I suspect these guys are just blindly copying numbers from one form into their computer, without thinking. Ugh!
