Yes, I know it’s usually taco but I have leftover Tandoori chicken to take to work with me for dinner. I hate having to take dinner with me because it’s like surrendering to the long day coming. I already know I won’t be leaving early. Have I mentioned how unpleasant my job is? Oh, I did? How many times? You are correct, that’s a large number. I will try to stop.
Not much going today. At one pm I have a visit in my office with two IRS agents. One is a complete piece of crap and the other is fine and respectable. I am not sure why they are bothering to come. The one guy? A Group Manager at the district office, has already decided to disallow a 250k charitable deduction my client gave. But he still wants to meet and discuss. I’m busy, don’t waste my time please. POS government employee has no concept of time. Gets paid no matter what. And, the other agent, the auditor, did not agree with her boss on this issue. Why am I here? It will break up my day at the least.
The rest of the day will be like every other day. Emily said it, tax season is Groundhog Day. Like the Bill Murray movie from many years ago. The day just repeats. Every day I wake the same, do the same, day the same. No changes. And then I attempt to blog the day. No wonder it can be so tough. In the book that preceded the movie, the day lasted 10,000 years. Yikes. Feels like it here. Of course, in the movie, Bill ends up with Andie MacDowell. Seems nice. Though If I slog thru 10 millennia of this crap I would want one hell of a payoff.
This morning I had a call with my buddy, Hal. We went over today’s audit. Hal has been trying to get the original attorney on this charity plan to call me and get in on the IRS meeting. Attorney is not calling back.
Hal and I have other cases in the works and we discussed all of them. Seems like we might get paid this year on a couple. That would be nice. Just hope todays case goes well.
So, as a prequel to the main event at one, I worked on taxes. Yes, I know you thought I would say I had a cocktail but I didn’t. I wanted one. Hell, I want one now and most days as well. But, no liquor till Emily’s birthday. It’s on 4/15 so it’s well timed.
At any rate, I worked. Just kept working up until the two agents showed up. I took an instant dislike to the Group Manager. He was a little guy prob only 5’5”, and from first blush I would say had small man syndrome. Now I know why he is in the position he is in. He likes to have the power that life took away from him. Asshole. We had a long discussion, at least an hour, during which I surmised he will be disallowing the deduction. Mostly I would say because he can. What my client did was a common and accepted method of giving a charitable contribution. But this twerp knows he can just be a dick and see what happens. So, what will happen? We go to appeals. Then tax court. Will cost client time and money to do so but in the end we will keep the deduction. The IRS is trying to win by attrition.
At the end of our meeting I tried to ask a couple totally unrelated questions regarding another tax situation and of course the little prick refused to answer. This tells you how well he understands the mission of the IRS. Something about helping taxpayers. Just not him. He is not a helper.
After my appointment, it was Groundhog Day. See above if you don’t understand. Same all the way to 1015, which is when I, as usual, ran screaming from the building to my car and disappeared in a cloud of tire smoke and exhaust. I exited swiftly.
Same drive home, no stops. It’s unsafe to stop on the freeway anyway. Home. Emily has not made dinner, it was just leftovers. I love leftovers. I ate them cold, cold is good, while standing at the counter. No matter.
It’s bedtine. I attempted to read. No. Sleep instead.