Madder Carmine
Sep. 12th, 2011 07:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyToday I went to a taxation and payroll seminar. Non-stop fun. Actually, it was quite good. This isn't relevant to 99.9999% of people reading this, but if any Australian readers have taxation and payroll training needs, these people do the business. They also do a nice spread for lunch. </ free plug>
There's always a danger that the presenters at these things might be a bit accountant-y. Wheezing with laughter as he says, '...and, and he thought he could avoid the capital gains tax implications, ahahahahaha!' But today's guy wasn't like that. He only succumbed to accountant tendencies once, when talking about withholding tax from payments to performing artists. He told us about a client of his who is a circus performer, who only comes to get her tax done every five years or so. 'Tax just isn't a priority for her,' he said sadly. Circus performers! Aren't concerned about tax! Who'd have thought it?
There was a woman there who was That Person. You know, there's always one in a group: asks lots of only slightly relevant questions and is always more X than anyone else. At lunch we were saying how nice it was to have something happening here in the City by the Sea, rather than having a six-hour round trip to Melbourne. One of the participants said she was from Mount Gambier (just across the state border), so for her it was a four-hour round trip to here, which was still better than the ten-hour round trip she would normally have to make to her state capital. The rest of us were clucking sympathetically when That Person said, 'Well, I don't live right in town, I mean it's more than a five minute drive.' Yes, lady, but it doesn't involve crossing the state border and changing time zones, so you can't win that contest.
At the end of the day, I was walking across the concourse to the car park, when a man shouted from a passing car, 'Get back to work!' The woman next to me tsked in a what-is-the-world-coming-to-when-women-can't-walk-across-a-car-park-without-being-heckled sort of way, and I had to say, 'No, that's my boss.' I've got no idea what he was doing driving around the beach during working hours.
There's always a danger that the presenters at these things might be a bit accountant-y. Wheezing with laughter as he says, '...and, and he thought he could avoid the capital gains tax implications, ahahahahaha!' But today's guy wasn't like that. He only succumbed to accountant tendencies once, when talking about withholding tax from payments to performing artists. He told us about a client of his who is a circus performer, who only comes to get her tax done every five years or so. 'Tax just isn't a priority for her,' he said sadly. Circus performers! Aren't concerned about tax! Who'd have thought it?
There was a woman there who was That Person. You know, there's always one in a group: asks lots of only slightly relevant questions and is always more X than anyone else. At lunch we were saying how nice it was to have something happening here in the City by the Sea, rather than having a six-hour round trip to Melbourne. One of the participants said she was from Mount Gambier (just across the state border), so for her it was a four-hour round trip to here, which was still better than the ten-hour round trip she would normally have to make to her state capital. The rest of us were clucking sympathetically when That Person said, 'Well, I don't live right in town, I mean it's more than a five minute drive.' Yes, lady, but it doesn't involve crossing the state border and changing time zones, so you can't win that contest.
At the end of the day, I was walking across the concourse to the car park, when a man shouted from a passing car, 'Get back to work!' The woman next to me tsked in a what-is-the-world-coming-to-when-women-can't-walk-across-a-car-park-without-being-heckled sort of way, and I had to say, 'No, that's my boss.' I've got no idea what he was doing driving around the beach during working hours.