accountants are nuts

The first half of my day was the day from hell.
Boyfriend talked me into taking my tax stuff to the guy he uses
to file his taxes.
I'm in a time crunch to get a million things done before our trip
so felt a little relieved at the thought of having someone else do
them other than me.  I've had some changes this year and I wasn't confident in my ability
to do the work correctly. So we go to boyfriends tax guy.
My first impression was that the guys office was run down and filthy.
Run down and old I can deal with. I have a difficult time with filth. So I said to boyfriend something like   " I understand old and run down but why wouldn't a business have a little more
pride, and clean their space?"
Boyfriend said something about me not being a very patient person............So i tried to over look the filth.  I sat quietly and imagined myself  cleaning, painting, and refurnishing the waiting room until the tax guy came out of his office to call on us.
  He was about 102 years old, or at least 96...............he's cracking jokes that aren't funny. I'm hot and tired, and thinking of the million things I still have to do, and pretending the guy is funny when he is not..............................and I'm feeling very annoyed.
The guys office much like the waiting room is filthy. His desk is a mess with piles of papers and 4 semi filled styrofoam cups probably one cup from each of the previous days. So old man takes my papers and begins separating them into 4 piles across his desk  on top of other papers on his desk. It was making me very nervous. I was worried my papers would become mixed with other peoples papers.  I felt myself becoming angry.
Then the guy tells me the bank put the wrong code on the paper work they mailed the IRS making it look like I received money that I didn't receive. " And the reason they did it is because banks hate your freaking guts. They hate you for taking some of your money from them and putting it in another bank." Then he goes on to say how I will soon start receiving letters from the IRS. "Nasty letters"
So the old guy tells me to go to the bank and tell them to fix their mistake. In actuality the whole thing lasted much longer.........the guy preaching about how the bank hates my guts and the horrors the IRS will fill my life with..........................................so I collect my papers from atop his mess and head to the bank.
I talk to the bank manager who calls the IRA department....................and it's decided they didn't make a mistake........................................she refers me to " a very good but expensive accountant." I'm starting to feel a little desperate and scared. She calls the accountant for me, he tells me to come down.......I do..............he agrees that indeed the bank did make an error and "do you have the money to cover the taxes that will be due until this mess can be fixed.?" He was playing on my fears, and it pissed me off! I ask him how much it will cost me for him to "fix this mess"
His fee was so high it made me laugh, even though I really wanted to cry. I told the guy I wasn't willing to pay that amount. That I was sure it was a simple fix. He told me to think about it. I said ok as I shook my head NO.
So we leave his office.
Boyfriend is half way yelling at me. He thinks I should have let the guy go to work right away........and he's Telling me the IRS will freeze my accounts, and a hundred other things they'd do to me.
I'm pissed at him. I'm pissed at the bank, and I'm so fucking pissed at the accountants whose offices I'd been to..................................................................................................................and at the same time I'm thinking they've all lost their fucking minds. This mess cant be as complicated as they are making it out to be.
I needed a voice of reason.The smartest guy I know is my dad............................and not just because he's my dad..............................but because he really is the smartest guy I know..............................................so we go to mom and dads house. I fill dad in.......he takes a look at my papers. He tells me there is an error..............."the IRS has seen this a million times. it's a hassle but not a difficult fix." He tells me about a guy who used to sell whiskey from a wheel barrel. "he'd push this wheel barrel around the city selling his whiskey. he wasadrunk. then he pulled his life together. he got a degree in accounting. made a fortune. he took his whole family to europe for a month.....his brothers, sisters, the children...he's dead but his daughter still runs the business. go see her. she's good. i've never heard anyone say a negative thing about her work."
So I did. i went to her office.
She agreed the bank fucked up.......but it was an easy fix......she'd have my taxes done tomorrow.
I hugged her!
boyfriend and i left her office.
i was still a little pissed at him for jumping on the band wagon with the freak show of accountants we'd visited.
so i said
" i guess it took a woman to look beyond the problem for a solution. those men couldn't get past the problem."
but in all honesty i still half expect that maybe the problem isn't as simple as she thinks..................however, if that's the case I suppose she will file for an extension and it will all get worked out..............................and for right now she's dealing with it...........so i do feel like a weights been lifted off my back. her fee was so good, i felt guilty. I'll give her a nice bonus if it all works out.

 i did renew the tags for mine and daughters car, and paid the property tax on them.
everything i wanted to get done today with the exception of daughters taxes, i got done.

the stuff on my mental list for tomorrow should be a breeze compared to the stupid drama from today.
i feel good.