MY MONEY, OTHER PEOPLE'S HOLIDAYS

Okay, so usually in situations like this I am so super prepared I look like Bree Vandecamp’s year before schedule. This time however, I was completely blindsided and smashed in the face by the one thing I hate most in the world. Tax Season. And not only Tax Season, but the deadline submission date for my tax return so that I can get annihilated once again by a government department that has yet to prove to me it is more efficient than Jeremy Clarkson’s car/boat. Actually, wait a minute, I’m being cruel. SARS is actually the only efficient government body at all and do you know why, because money makes people do things quickly. Taking away people’s money for expensive jets, first class tickets overseas and exorbitant MP’s salaries is an obvious priority in this otherwise wonderful country of ours (barring crime, pollution, traffic jams etc, but that is for another day and post, possibly Pets Hates 2).

So anyway, here I am sitting at my desk on a Thursday morning, hyperventilating to such an extent that the poor secretary thinks I’m giving birth while I diligently log onto the SARS efiling website. Please submit login details and password. No problem. Punch in some number, letters and funny little symbols and wait for my brand spanking completely new and incomplete tax return to pop up... nope…! What does pop up in its place is a lovely little RED warming sign saying incorrect name and/or password. Well, which one is it! Name or password… bugger. So on my respective 2 turns later I change one or the other, oops! I am now completely blocked from the efiling website because of my too creative choice of login details, cannot submit my tax return today as I am banned for 24 hours and will now have to incur penalty fees for being a bloody tax payer in the first place! ;*^%@. Breathing becoming a challenge. Dots everywhere. Floor getting closer at rapid speed… (floor rather dirty and full of breadcrumbs, hmmm, maybe they’ll take me to a wonderful place full of fairies and little people who don’t pay tax…)

This bites...