Look, don't laugh. Promise me you won't laugh. Years ago, I realised that I couldn't be trusted with money. Not opening letter was the give away. And then, after that, the amount of letters I had to not open. I was still paying for the suit I graduated in when I started my third job (Burton's store card). I still, technically, owe Glasgow District Council poll tax. No, not council tax, poll tax. When I went self-employed, I was lucky enough to have a friend who was an accountant, and who took on my money handling chores. I outsourced what I wasn't good at, so at least the tax gets paid (I also, for a year or two, did without credit cards. As a result, I have no credit history and can't get a loan, but what the fuck. Iceland can't get a loan). Except now, and you promised you wouldn't laugh, as the self-assessment deadline approaches, I'm faced with a huge pile of unopened letters. From my accountant. You laughed, didn't you?
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Date: 2009-01-15 07:59 pm (UTC)Years ago, I realised that I couldn't be trusted with money. Not opening letter was the give away. And then, after that, the amount of letters I had to not open. I was still paying for the suit I graduated in when I started my third job (Burton's store card). I still, technically, owe Glasgow District Council poll tax. No, not council tax, poll tax.
When I went self-employed, I was lucky enough to have a friend who was an accountant, and who took on my money handling chores. I outsourced what I wasn't good at, so at least the tax gets paid (I also, for a year or two, did without credit cards. As a result, I have no credit history and can't get a loan, but what the fuck. Iceland can't get a loan).
Except now, and you promised you wouldn't laugh, as the self-assessment deadline approaches, I'm faced with a huge pile of unopened letters.
From my accountant.
You laughed, didn't you?