bureaucracy

My CCRA audit adventures continue. Apparently the CCRA wants some more information from me; my tax lawyer is going to call me this afternoon with details.

Meanwhile, I also got a call from another area of the government saying that I owe a tax return for the empty shell of a corporate account that used to be Inkspot. I sought legal help about this earlier in the year, and was told that since the company was completely inactive, I could just let it expire without penalty, that closing it would be way more hassle and cost than it was was worth. Well, turns out that this advice wasn't quite accurate, and though the woman on the phone was soft-spoken and polite, she also made it pretty clear that if I didn't file returns and officially close the account, that Bad Things would happen.

Remember what I said about asking friends to stomp on my head with cleat boots if I ever mentioned selling a company again? I hereby give them permission to pin my eyelids open Clockwork Orange style and force me to watch back-to-back reruns of Temptation Island and Big Brother for an entire week as well.

What bugs me most about this whole experience is that all along, I've just tried to do the right thing in the right way. I've put a lot of time and money into hiring experts to interpret legal docs and help me do the right thing. Yet somehow, things end up biting me in the backside anyway.

Some days I feel like asking Jeff if he'd mind if we moved into the northern wilds and carved widgets for a living. I'd grow tomatoes. We'd read by candlelight. It would be romantic and adventurous and fulfilling and...

Ah, who am I kidding. I could never live anywhere without high speed Internet access. :-)

Today's Blatherpic:

A drawing of Sara, by Annie.