After working myself into waves of panic and near-panic for days, and after using all my energy to get the workload down to where I could be fairly certain it would be done by the Friday deadline, I find myself at a point where it suddenly appears to be almost finished. Now. Today. Tuesday. Ahead of time.
How can that be? I always leave everything to the last minute. What am I going to be doing at 4:59 Friday afternoon?
There's only one tax form left to complete, but it's a big one, the California sales tax return. That one always gives me fits because I don't know what I'm doing. The company doesn't sell products as a retail outlet, and we pay the sales tax on almost everything we buy. That means I enter a lot of zeroes in the tax form, and I'm always afraid that will raise a red flag in some office in Sacramento.
We were audited on our sales tax license once, years ago, and I was assured by the auditor that I was doing everything correctly. I just don't know if I believe her. We don't pay sales tax on material we buy from out-of-state suppliers, or on material we buy for out-of-state projects. That's the only time we use our sales tax exemption, and since we're a construction firm, we're in a kind of hazy area about which items we're supposed to report to the state.
I do it the way I think is fair and correct. If I'm wrong, somebody will tell me, eventually. Then I'll fix it. I think that's the way things should work anyway. If you're acting in good faith, you should be patted on the back and allowed to correct your mistakes. Punishment is for bad guys, not inept bunglers like me who are doing the best we can.