Yes, The Tax Man Will Get You!

 

I have finally calmed down.  I have finally stopped crying and wanting to sock Mr. Taxman in his belly.  Two days ago I recieved a notice from the IRS stating that I still owed them $726 from 2005!  No fucking way was my first response.  I specifically remember paying that bill since it was the first time I had to file taxes as a California resident.  So, I call up Mr. Taxman and I’m informed that the bill used to be $444 but they have tacked on late fees and other charges.  I demanded that they take off those fees seeing that I was never contacted about this debt until 2.5 years later.  I could have sworn Mr. Taxman snickered and then replied ” Sorry Ma’am but that’s not going to happen”.  I asked him what would happen if I decided I was in the right and I only sent in the $444.  He promptly told me that Mr. Taxman’s dirty minions will put a freeze on all of my bank accounts including my business accounts and most likely reposess my car.  WTF!  Mr. Taxman is crazy.

I hung up the phone in defeat.  Then the anger intensified and the tears came.  I couldn’t stop crying.  It’s not that I don’t have the money, I do.  It’s just I hate spending/giving away money unless I have too.  I love the feeling of seeing my savings accounts grow each month by being frugal and not consumer driven.  Just giving away my money to the IRS no less is sooo painful for me.   Within 2 minutes the fiance heard me crying and rushed into the bedroom.  I broke down even further and told him what happened as I handed him the IRS letter.  You know what?  He actually laughed.  Not because I was in emotional pain but because the same thing happened to him 10 years ago.  Only his balance was in the ballpark of 80K.  He ended up going to court with the IRS for years and eventually won.  The best advice he said was to just pay it and get the IRS monkey off my back.

So, I took out my little check book and wrote the damn check.  I cried as I walked down to the mailbox to mail it.  The shit just didn’t seem fair!  When I got back into the house the fiance gave me a big hug and some chocolate (chocolate cures everything lol).  Then he says “Babe don’t worry about it we’ll take care of it”. Which I replied “yeah no shit Sherlock I just mailed the check”.   I can’t say I was in the most favorable of moods for the rest of the night.

When I woke up this morning I found an envelope on the kitchen counter with my name and a smiley face on it.  Inside was a check made out to me for $726 from the fiance.  “Told you we’d take care of it” he yelled from his office.  Man, I almost tripped running up the stairs to thank him I was so happy.  I do feel a little guilty though.  I mean this isn’t his debt but I know that he hates seeing me unhappy.  I thought about giving it back to him, but then common sense kicked in and said “Girl, you better deposit that shit”.

I think I’ll take him out to a nice dinner with pillow biting sex as the dessert.

Till next time…