50 AND LESS THAN EXCITING

Whoop Whoop, this is my 50th post! But unfortunately I have nothing note worthy to say other than I’m off to The Big Smoke for work, wish me luck; for as sure as death and taxes, I’m going to need it!

CHILDISH WAYS

So, definitely feeling less fragile today, got to do my run last night and the agonizing argument between my iliotibial band and my knee cap was totally worth it! Have resorted to Lesson 101 in parental teachings, ignore the noisy children and they will eventually go away. Thunder and The Chef think this might be a juvenile way of dealing with the matter, namely that my ligaments and bone are not in fact children and can therefore not just be told off. My argument to them is that I am still a child (hence the manner in which I am dealing with the situation) and therefore my body and its parts are still childish and can therefore be treated as such.

I fear the retort coming hereafter will be not unlike being told off and asked to stand in the corner and think about what I’ve done. Except I’ll probably have to hobble to the corner, crutches in hand and a very miserable look on my face while being told ‘I Told You So’ and having my prized speed racers taken away! Thunder even went so far as to make up horrific scenes outlining how the ligament could start pulling away from the bone and eventually tear, causing excruciating pain and months on crutches… I mean, really. Really? Crap!?!?

Anyway, the point of the story is that today I am less fragile than yesterday, which is a good thing, especially when you receive an sms like this: Notice Issued on SARS eFiling. Miss Crazii Redhead. Balls! What does the most effective money siphoning system in SA want with me again! Apparently it would appear there is a discrepancy between my submitted return and what SARS thinks my return should look like. (insert a variety of colourful swearwords here). Really?!?!? Well Mr SARS big man, you can take your presumptions regarding my apparent tax return discrepancy and shove it up your ***!

I fear my childish attitude may not in fact get me out of this pickle, what do you think?

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...