Tax man.
I had to go to the tax man, aka The Accountant, aka George, on Monday. I have to say, I resent the hell out of our government proclivity towards creating tax codes so complex I have to hire someone to figure it out for me. I mean, I'm not the brightest bulb on the porch, by any means. However, I'm not burnt out. I still gotta flicker. But when I do my own taxes, I end up owing several thousand dollars. Somehow, when George does them, I get several thousand back. I got TurboTax last year, determined to figure out the secret. I put the same numbers in that George used. My result was *still* to owe several grand. It's some sort of witchcraft. Whatever it is, I fucking hate tax season.