I'm off to the accountant tomorrow to sort out my tax. Last year I didn't realise how much more a business would cost when doing a return and I almost decided to do it myself this year, but booked into one up the road at the last minute. I'm hoping they are better than the lady who did mine last year. She wore Kath and Kim style Christmas earrings (I did mine very late) and didn't know how to spell certain words that I thought were quite easy to spell. The earrings didn't bother me too much, the spelling worried me.
I also found out the year I worked 3 days on a potato farm required a tax return. I figured I was doing the tax department a favour by not doing the paperwork on the $11 of tax I made on the few days work. My foolish 19 year old brain didn't understand how the system worked. All I knew how to do was pick out the bad looking potatoes and try to sound convincing when the other girl working with me asked me if I wanted to listen to Alanis Morrisette.