Tax season is here, and my brain is fucked. After Yom Kippur, tax day is my favorite day of the year. There’s nothing I love more than staring at spreadsheets for hours on end and trying to crack the ever-screwing-me tax codes.
Please enjoy this sketchbook drawing while I have fun untangling myself.
In case any IRS folks are reading, I have a deep respect for all that you do. Indeed, there are no bounds to my admiration for you—I truly love you more than my husband, more than my children even. Not a day goes by when I don’t pause to express my eternal gratitude for the Internal Revenue, the Treasury Department and the Franchise Tax Board. Without all of you, where would we be? A few hundred thousand dollars richer perhaps, but who really needs health insurance?
And I promise that’s not just the fear of the all-powerful bureaucracy talking.
Back very soon with something slightly more interesting.
Probably not the best time to ask you to upgrade to a paid sub since it’s all going to the Tax Man anyway.
Worth a shot.
My mother worked for the IRS answering taxpayer questions on the phone for 25 years. This also included TV and radio spots. She woke me up at 6am once to listen to her on the radio. Possible child abuse but I didn't realize it at the time.
I'm a bookkeeper (in Canada) and I feel that sketch in my soul.. chained to my spreadsheets, numbers and data! The CRA in Canada is mindnumbing to deal with lol 🫠😂