My First Taxes, and Visions of IRS Collections
While I was in college my parents did my taxes, since I didn't have any real income. But when I entered the real world, they told me it was over. They were done with it. I was nervous. Taxes? Doesn't that involve tens of hours sitting in front of spreadsheets and gnawing on fingernails while trying to sharpen a broken pencil? The whole while the impending tax date tick-tocking ever closer; "You can't escape it," my dad laughed. "Death and taxes, those are the only things you can't escape." Way to make me feel better about it Dad.
But when they started handing out those W-2 forms I thought it would be better to get it out of the way while I could. I started up the tax software on my computer, easy enough. I know how to use computers and follow directions. There were a couple of tricky parts like when it said please report all earnings over the past year. My new job was one thing. I had all the paperwork for that. But when it came to the fifty bucks my neighbor paid me to watch his cat for a week I felt kind of guilty for not reporting it, but it wasn't a real job, it was more like a favor for a favor, and you can't tax favors, right? Besides he didn't have any W-2 forms for me.
I had visions of IRS collections showing up at my door with bazookas and dark sunglasses saying, are you the guy who didn't report the cat-sitting fees you collected? Get 'im boys. And me wailing as the two SWAT IRS collections officers grab my arms and haul me into the back of a truck; But I called my gramma to ask her if I could get away with it and she laughed at me. Fifty dollars, she said. The IRS has bigger fish to fry than you, sonny-boy. My gramma's age and wisdom on the subject made me feel much better. But then, the best part! Since I am a poor graduate, I was able to make money from government refunds. Apparently, people like me are bottom-feeders of society and need to pay less taxes than the big spenders who work on Wall Street.
The government was not taking any taxes, but was instead giving me back the taxes I'd already paid! And this was not like eight dollars - it was some serious cash. The guilty visions of my failed payment arrangement gave way to me sitting on a Hawaiian beach with daiquiri in hand. Taxes weren't so bad. It didn't take but an hour. I made money. And the IRS collections team was never dispatched to take me to debtor's prison. Yet.
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But when they started handing out those W-2 forms I thought it would be better to get it out of the way while I could. I started up the tax software on my computer, easy enough. I know how to use computers and follow directions. There were a couple of tricky parts like when it said please report all earnings over the past year. My new job was one thing. I had all the paperwork for that. But when it came to the fifty bucks my neighbor paid me to watch his cat for a week I felt kind of guilty for not reporting it, but it wasn't a real job, it was more like a favor for a favor, and you can't tax favors, right? Besides he didn't have any W-2 forms for me.
I had visions of IRS collections showing up at my door with bazookas and dark sunglasses saying, are you the guy who didn't report the cat-sitting fees you collected? Get 'im boys. And me wailing as the two SWAT IRS collections officers grab my arms and haul me into the back of a truck; But I called my gramma to ask her if I could get away with it and she laughed at me. Fifty dollars, she said. The IRS has bigger fish to fry than you, sonny-boy. My gramma's age and wisdom on the subject made me feel much better. But then, the best part! Since I am a poor graduate, I was able to make money from government refunds. Apparently, people like me are bottom-feeders of society and need to pay less taxes than the big spenders who work on Wall Street.
The government was not taking any taxes, but was instead giving me back the taxes I'd already paid! And this was not like eight dollars - it was some serious cash. The guilty visions of my failed payment arrangement gave way to me sitting on a Hawaiian beach with daiquiri in hand. Taxes weren't so bad. It didn't take but an hour. I made money. And the IRS collections team was never dispatched to take me to debtor's prison. Yet.
JosephYBalisok.com is the office of a NY tax attorney who specializes in innocent spouse relief, levies, payment arrangement, tax debt relief and IRS collections.
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