Published at: 10/18/2016 8:50:38 PM
31 Oct. A date filled with apprehension and denial. That's right folks - the tax return cut-off date is almost here. Current mood: panic.
‘Tax return’? What is this ‘tax return’ you speak of?
Maybe I don’t have to do it this year. Would anyone even notice? It’s probably fine.
Today’s the day. I’ll totally get it started – right after this next Game of Thrones ep.
Four more days 'till the cut off? Pfft, I’ve got plenty of time.
OMG I’VE RUN OUT OF TIME.
TFN? PAYG? Input Tax Credits? What is all this?
7. Existential angst
What am I even doing? Who am I really? Does anyone really know me? What can be claimed back on the cost to the soul?
SERIOUSLY?!This right here is some serious %$^#$ *#*$#(*@.
Okay. Maybe if I just fill in part of the form, they’ll leave me alone. Seriously, what do they expect from me?
This is fine. Everything is fine. I am a leaf on the breeze. This tax form is but a moment in time.
Wine was a good idea. I’m killing this. I AM A TAX GOD.
Wait, is that the last question? And I’m getting how much back?? Cha-ching!
Goodbye, FY2016. I’m glad I’ll never have to do that again.