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Not so Unlucky Break

So, remember my tax problem?

Well, after reviewing the numbers, I decided that there was a mistake in my return. I went to my parents' guy that year, but I thought the mistake was still my fault because I'm kind of sloppy about these things and I remembered that I didn't have all of my paperwork for him and I had to send him some stuff. I thought I just didn't give him the documentation he needed.

I didn't want to call him because the mistake was mine. It wouldn't be fair to cost him more work (and I didn't want to spend money on paying him to help me) to correct something that isn't his fault.

So, I've spent the past couple of weeks calling my financial institutions and getting documents from them. I've also procrastinated a little bit because I hate dealing with this kind of stuff and I have until the end of the month to respond.

This evening, I decided that I have to get it done so I can send it off tomorrow and be done with it. Well, done with it in the sense that I will have to get on speed and get a job as a night manager somewhere so that, when I'm ready to be like Angelina for real, I can afford to rent a couple of Namibian babies until this parenting fad passes.

Well, I was going through the worksheets and doing something I never do - math - and I came across a fax that I sent the tax guy that lists the very item of contention. Not only did I provide him with documents that show it, the cover letter describes them both.

Sooooo... tomorrow I'm going to call the guy and explain the situation and what has happened and see what he says.

I'm kind of pleased that I didn't mess this up and I'm also pleased that now I have good justification for asking him to help me on this free of charge. I also trust his math and ability to understand these forms better than my own.

I'll still owe the IRS some fees and interest and some extra taxes, but maybe not so much as I thought. This isn't good news, but it's not SUCH bad news.