My unfiled tax journey is just about over. I stopped by the federal building, and after a body cavity search was able to meet with an IRS employee about my taxes. She stamped my 2001 and is filing it for me. She make copies of my 1999 which was still showing as unfiled (even though I sent it in with the 2000 and I got my 2000 refund check already). I went over the problems on my 1997 taxes with her and she is filing that with the changes. Out of 5 unfiled years, I only owe money for 1997 and it is only 1000 (plus there will be some interest and penalties). I lost $540 for filing 1998 too late, but the other years more than made up for that. This is much better result then the bill I got for $170,000 from the IRS. Thanks again to 
taxqueen for her great job on 1999, 2000, and 2001.
When the IRS lady was out making copies I noticed there was a garage door opener on my side of the table. I kept contemplating pressing it to see if something would open. I asked her about it and she told me it was for some of the meetings that don't go well. Sometimes people will get violent, the button will call an armed guard into the room. I am glad I didn't press it.
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krow :: (no subject) [+3] elfric :: (no subject) [+1]
April 2009
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Task nearing completion
I wish
Three years is how long you have to file taxes and get money owed to you back. They can bother you for up to 10 years after you file (I think). If you don't file there is no time limit for them, they can come after you 50 years later and charge you interest and penalties. Re: I wish
I threw out a lot of random crap that was more than 7 years old in terms of paperwork reciepts.... but saved all my business stuff all the way back.. just in case. So the adventurer walks into a room. In it is a table with two small boxes on it. Each box has a button, a red one and a green one. A sign in the middle says "Push the red button and die". The adventurer calls his faithful henchman, and not trusting the sign, says "push the red button. You'll be fine." The henchman, trusting sort that he is, shrugs, walks up to the red button and pushes. He falls over, dead. The adventurer, congratulating himself on how smart he is, walks up to the green button and pushes it, knowing it must be the path to glory and riches. He falls over, dead. The moral of the story? Don't push strange buttons =) |
