May 17, 2012

The accountant

The accountant is someone I see only once a year. It’s reassuring to see the accountant, because I would otherwise doubt if he actually exists.

accountantIn fact I have two accountants. One in Myrtleford handles my company affairs and I have one in Mount Gambier for my personal tax returns.

I shifted my personal business to a local accountant because I wanted to see him, to be sure he was real.

There’s nothing wrong with my Myrtleford accountant; he does a good job as far as I can tell. I’d be able to claim a deduction for his fee if he prepared my personal return, but it’s not the same having a remote relationship.

I guess it’s like other relationships. I don’t know how Delmer copes having his wife and new kids in Canada while he’s in Ohio.

They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I didn’t find that was true with my Victorian accountant.

The guy in Mount Gambier doesn’t look like the accountant pictured above.

I guess you’d say he’s fairly typical of the breed: white, middle aged (older than me) with grey hair. He wears a conservative long-sleeve shirt and a tie.

I wouldn’t like my accountant to wear a Hawaiian shirt or anything outlandish. He should look businesslike and able to stare down an auditor.

It’s strange that I only see him once a year. Mount Gambier isn’t all that big, just 25,000 people. I guess accountants don’t go to the supermarket or the football. In their spare time they probably go train spotting or collecting insects for a university.

Not that my accountant is boring. He has a good grasp of local affairs and seems interested in what’s going on outside his office.

For all I know he might go parachuting on the weekends or scuba diving down one of the nearby sinkholes.

You can’t get to know a person if you only meet them once a year.

I feel I know people like Delmer, Ebony and Sue better than the accountant, even though I’ve never met them.

But it’s better seeing the accountant once a year than never.

You need to see someone to trust them with your money.

I should get a big enough refund this year to pay off one of the credit cards, just before Christmas hits the wallet again.

Comments

  1. Ebony Jackson says:

    Mr Tax-man sent me a CD this year, he must know I hate filling out forms.
    Oh Michael that photo….you should give that guy the flick, he is kind of looking as if it would be good to lose the shades, the skinny tie..and the smoke, too!

  2. Michael
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    says:

    How about this one Eb?

    Accountant

  3. Ebony says:

    That guy seriously needs to go back to the museum!

  4. delmer
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    says:

    My accountant called me at home tonight to see if I wanted to get together to have a beer — I had to pass as my biological children are with me this week.

    I likely have a different relationship with my accountant than you do yours as my accountant and I worked together for 10 years. As a matter of fact, he’s the first person I met at the place I now work.

    He doesn’t scuba dive or parachute but he’s in a pool league and he takes a 1971 Nova to car shows.

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