Had a week off this week from one job, in order to do one of my other jobs - my self employed job. What joy. Monday started at 7.30am (see, putting the clocks back has its uses) an action packed day of ........doing the VAT. Was persuaded out of the house though by 2.30 with a trip to town and ended up spending 50 quid on a coat in TK Maxx. Well that was an expensive afternoon out - it is for me anyway.
This morning - a later start of 9.00am saw me doing the quarterly screaming tantrum, head exploding, rage inciting task of trying to submit a VAT Return on line. The Revenue have the worst website ever built, and whoever is responsible for it should be shot. Actually keying in the info and submitting takes ooh about 3 minutes. Finding the page takes about half an hour, and then when you find it, it's not working. YAAAAGH. Anyway after busting a blood vessel shouting at the computer, and giving myself a headache I finally had that done by 10.00am. By 2.30pm I was off out again (well it is supposed to be my holiday) this time a cheaper option of cycling along the canal. Didn't even get out of breath - been (still on 2 to 3 per day) stopped smoking now for 49 days and the benefits are showing (especially on my bank statements), although the HMRC website episode this morning drove me to smoke. In fact their stupid website should carry a health warning:
"Visiting this site could adversely affect not only your financial health, but also your mental stability, browse with caution". Bunch of bummers. ![]()
So what of tomorrow. Well I finally get to start what I had the time off for in the first place, to do the annual accounts and tax returns. Oh, what bloody fun. If I get through the next few weeks trying to get that done, do my other two jobs, plus stupid Christmas, stupid shopping (grrr - don't even get me started on Christmas), without turning into a chain smoker then I think I will be able to say I finally quit.



You'll see me in the newspaper soon when one advert too many finally pushes me over the edge and I go on the rampage in DFS throwing sand and buckets and spades everywhere to remind them that 1. I am still waiting for summer and 2. It is not sodding Christmas yet. 