Phone call five minutes ago: "Y'all doing the holiday loan refunds this year?"
Response (silently gnashing teeth and cursing Jackson-Hewitt): "No ma'am, we're not."
Courtesy demands restraint, but it would be gratifying to add "We do taxes -- income taxes!. We do not act as a bank, draw up wills, perform marriages, survey lots, shine shoes, or sell flour. And...our tax returns don't include Happy Meal coupons."
When I began this business long ago, the few minor changes were several years apart (excepting the advent of that out-of-control mushroom -- the EITC). When significant change debuted, I naively took it as a mere form improvement (the next year would be "normal") -- and I was dead wrong. The pace of change encompassing new angles, forms, and laws accelerated from toddler's crawl to full gallop and hasn't quit since.
How I envy the practitioners of yesteryear. A historian of 19th century tradesmen wrote that, once a craft was mastered, no further instruction was needed. CPE was an unknown concept -- shoemaking or sausage-grinding was learned as a teen and done the same way 'til death. How perfectly satisfying. I know our business only began in 1913, but it's still a nice thought -- maybe a nice, quiet clerical job off in a corner somewhere.
"Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife." -- Gray, Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
Response (silently gnashing teeth and cursing Jackson-Hewitt): "No ma'am, we're not."
Courtesy demands restraint, but it would be gratifying to add "We do taxes -- income taxes!. We do not act as a bank, draw up wills, perform marriages, survey lots, shine shoes, or sell flour. And...our tax returns don't include Happy Meal coupons."
When I began this business long ago, the few minor changes were several years apart (excepting the advent of that out-of-control mushroom -- the EITC). When significant change debuted, I naively took it as a mere form improvement (the next year would be "normal") -- and I was dead wrong. The pace of change encompassing new angles, forms, and laws accelerated from toddler's crawl to full gallop and hasn't quit since.
How I envy the practitioners of yesteryear. A historian of 19th century tradesmen wrote that, once a craft was mastered, no further instruction was needed. CPE was an unknown concept -- shoemaking or sausage-grinding was learned as a teen and done the same way 'til death. How perfectly satisfying. I know our business only began in 1913, but it's still a nice thought -- maybe a nice, quiet clerical job off in a corner somewhere.
"Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife." -- Gray, Elegy in a Country Churchyard.
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