Taxes

That time of the year again. Income-tax time.

Every year I manage to ignore it until it is too late. (Un)fortunately my girl reminded me in time and insisted on being on time. So we filled in the forms to get an electronic signature (just a 5 digit code that you tell the tax-man about) and started filling the electronic form.

It turned out to be only a 30 minute job this year. Probably because this is the first time my little enterpreneurial expedition of yonder years wasn't in the way.
Since my girlfriend and me share our incoming tax duties because we've lived together longer then 3 years at the same address eventhough we aren't married and she worked part-time for a salary that barely reaches disc three last year we even managed to wipe out almost all of the taxes I owe for driving a lease-car without cutting too much into her public-transport deduction based on her travelling more then 10KM but less then 40KM a day.

The point of this little post? Well: If you thought that last sentence made perfect sense, you are either an accountant or you have the wrong job.