Last Friday, I received a letter from the dreaded Tax man. I got slapped with a $5,000 penalty for late submission of the returns. After ringing them up, they advised me to see them in their office. Through the weekend, I was not very happy to say the least.
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So on the Monday, I went to the tax office. After waiting for about half an hour, I got to meet the tax officer. At his desk, it says, all interviews last a maximum of 20 minutes. (Gulp!)
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As I sat down by his desk, he greeted me with a smile, went through my letter and said, "...all should be ok." Then we spent the other 19 minutes talking about my environmental technology business - how I got to start a company like this, being an information security specialist - and the countries I have lived in...etc. Mostly small talk! He even asked for the URL of Vacuum State Travel!!
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I left his office happy. Happy that the penalty is waived.
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I shouldn't have let my fears get larger than life over the weekend! *sigh*
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