Today I was assailed by zombie tax ducks.
It goes like this. In January I made sure that I had all of my ducks in a row for taxes. I sent out 1099s. Filed 1096s. Printed a W2. Filed a W3. I was all set. I trundled off to the accountant with all the papers necessary to file tax returns for two corporations and one household. Or so I thought. It turns out that the Household needed to wait for a K1 form from a relative on the East Coast. One Corporation needed me to look up some additional information. The other corporation needed me to look up additional information and also file a form for an amended W2 because the rules on reporting medical expenses changed. My ducks were scattering and I had to catch them all again. So I waded through all of that while simultaneously handling the first stages of XDM. Then I was done. Completely done. Hurray done. All the ducks were dispatched. No more ducks. Only then a duck appeared out of nowhere. Someone sent one corporation a tax form which momentarily had me afraid that I would have to amend the return, until I figured out that I’d already accounted for the money indicated. Whew. Nevermind, false alarm duck. And then a couple of people to whom I’d sent 1099s either lost or never received their forms. So I had to send those out again. I’d already taken care of those ducks, but they came back. Anything that comes back from the dead is a zombie. And these are tax ducks. Hence Zombie Tax Ducks. Have I mentioned that I don’t like zombies. I’m sure I have. I do like ducks though. I should probably stop abusing them in metaphors.
Anyway. If the rest of my day had been more relaxed, the tax stuff would not have been a big deal. But I was instead in an adrenaline charged emotional state where the slightest glitch felt like a major crisis. Fortunately I managed to wind myself down in the afternoon. That Darn Cat is still a fun movie. They kids all enjoyed it too. We got it because of Gleek’s plea that we find some movies where the cats were good guys instead of bad guys.