The Wicked Widow
Aug. 7th, 2015 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Everything is connected.
I finally managed to finish the work I started a couple of days ago. It took several more attempts at updating Java, but Firefox eventually let me in to the ATO's Business Portal to register for the Goods and Services Tax (GST). I imagine I surprise no-one when I say that it wasn't as easy as it sounds. But now, my end of it is done.
Back in 2000 when the GST was introduced, I was an accounting minion. I spent three weeks doing nothing but apply for business numbers and GST registrations. Hundreds of paper forms I filled in, and it was so much easier than one online registration this week.
One of the businesses whose GST registration I did was a local bakery. As it happens, it's the bakery I usually frequent, and a very good bakery it is. Or was. It has been mysteriously closed these last few weeks, although the related cafe next door is still open. They didn't want to sign a new five-year lease on the bakery, according to the chatty checkout operator at the supermarket.
There is another good independent bakery on the northern edge of town, so I've been making a special trip there on Fridays to get bread. Added bonus: They also do excellent cheese and garlic pides and Portuguese tarts, so that's been my weekly lunch treat. They also have a whiteboard out the front saying NUTELLA DONUTS NOW HERE. I have my share of food weaknesses, but donuts are not one of them, so I've only ever looked at that sign and thought, fancy that, what will they think of next?
And now it turns out that Nutella donuts are a thing. So much a thing that it is affecting the national Nutella supply.
Unconnected: I think Geraldine McEwan is my favourite of the Misses Marple.
I finally managed to finish the work I started a couple of days ago. It took several more attempts at updating Java, but Firefox eventually let me in to the ATO's Business Portal to register for the Goods and Services Tax (GST). I imagine I surprise no-one when I say that it wasn't as easy as it sounds. But now, my end of it is done.
Back in 2000 when the GST was introduced, I was an accounting minion. I spent three weeks doing nothing but apply for business numbers and GST registrations. Hundreds of paper forms I filled in, and it was so much easier than one online registration this week.
One of the businesses whose GST registration I did was a local bakery. As it happens, it's the bakery I usually frequent, and a very good bakery it is. Or was. It has been mysteriously closed these last few weeks, although the related cafe next door is still open. They didn't want to sign a new five-year lease on the bakery, according to the chatty checkout operator at the supermarket.
There is another good independent bakery on the northern edge of town, so I've been making a special trip there on Fridays to get bread. Added bonus: They also do excellent cheese and garlic pides and Portuguese tarts, so that's been my weekly lunch treat. They also have a whiteboard out the front saying NUTELLA DONUTS NOW HERE. I have my share of food weaknesses, but donuts are not one of them, so I've only ever looked at that sign and thought, fancy that, what will they think of next?
And now it turns out that Nutella donuts are a thing. So much a thing that it is affecting the national Nutella supply.
Unconnected: I think Geraldine McEwan is my favourite of the Misses Marple.