We could waste space (and time) listening to me complain about work, but I don't think we want to do that. Again. Let me just say that the state of California goes out of its way to make things difficult for the poor office manager.
I have no one to help me with the sales tax returns, and so I do it the best I can. The forms don't really fit our kind of business. We don't purchase merchandise for resale, and whenever we do buy materials and supplies, we pay sales tax on them. The only reason we even have a resale certificate is that we do out-of-state work that's exempt from state taxes.
The thing is, I know how much we're supposed to pay in taxes, but I have to back into the number by filling the form with numbers that get me there, even though the state asks different questions from the ones I answer. I have to call our onions "apples," because there's no box on the form that says "onions."
In spite of all the apparent discrepancies, I know I'm paying the right amount. I just have to hope that our business is so pathetically small potatoes (or onions) that the state's attention won't be attracted, an audit ordered, fines levied, and my retirement savings garnished.
The state doesn't set out to make my life difficult. At least I hope it doesn't. I just think it doesn't care. (Now why would I think that?) This job I do is easy for the big corporations that sponsor the government. We really are small potatoes, and the taxes we pay don't add up to enough to buy a fan to clear up some of the acrid air in one of their smoke-filled rooms.
Real companies pay real accountants and buy real software to handle this stuff, while I fumble along in the dark with my abacus and slide rule (neither of which works particularly well in the dark, but neither of which I actually use; I'm just making a point here, okay?).