Yay I’m Smart

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Apr 112012
 

I haven’t done the sales taxes for any clients in months; the boss hired a new person to be in charge of all of them. Which was a good thing, as the tax rush left me little time for anything else.

Today my supervisor called me in to her office and asked if I’d done any of the taxes for Client X. Nope, not I—I’d been doing the expenses and reports, but none of their taxes.

She handed me copies of the sales reports they’d sent us for the last few months, and asked me to work up the sales taxes on them and see what I got.

Our normal procedure for doing sales taxes is to set up a spreadsheet for them. The initial set-up is a bit of work, making sure you’re including all the appropriate tax calculations and detailing which part of the tax form they go into. After that it’s pretty easy, just plug in the new numbers each month and the spreadsheet does the math for you. But as with any computation, computer or otherwise, you have to make sure you’re putting in the correct numbers if you want the correct answer.

Clearly my supervisor had doubts that the new girl was coming up with the correct answer for this particular case, so I didn’t use her spreadsheet. Instead I set up a new one from scratch, doing a little research online to make sure I was taxing what should be taxed and not taxing what shouldn’t. The client had circled one of the numbers on his reports, but it wasn’t the number I wanted. He had circled his gross profits, not his sales, and some of his sales weren’t taxable and weren’t to be included. He also had a “total sales” number off to the side that didn’t appear to be related to anything else on his report; after some poring over it, I gave up trying to figure out how he’d come up with that number and just went with his base sales figures. I picked out the numbers I needed and set up my little spreadsheets, then brought them back to my supervisor.

“This is what I get,” I showed her. “I used these sales numbers here; I don’t know where he got those totals on the side—”

“So it wasn’t just me!” she interjected. “I couldn’t figure out where those numbers came from either.”

We determined that my numbers for sales taxes were considerably lower than the other girl’s, because she was using the “gross profits” number that the client had circled, and that number included sales that he didn’t need to pay taxes on. “That’s why I wanted you to double-check it,” said my supervisor, “because you’re good about going online and researching things you’re not sure about.” We showed it to the other girl so she could correct her spreadsheet, and all was well. (Fortunately Client X pays quarterly so we hadn’t yet actually sent in that overly high tax payment.)

Turns out having your supervisor use you as a check to see if other people are doing it right makes you feel pretty smart. *brainflex*

Apr 062012
 

Recently my city passed a law that it’s illegal to take things out of the recycling bins.

Apparently some entrepreneurial souls have been going around town on recycling day, gathering up materials from the bins people set out at the curb. They take the recyclables to the local recycle center and sell them for cash.

Personally, I have no problem with this. Here are some people who have found a way to make some cash with other people’s leftovers. I think this is a laudable enterprise.

The company who has contracted to collect our recycling feels differently. They paid for all these recycling bins, and their argument is that only they should be allowed to use them.

Now I’m wondering—if I set my recycling out in something other than the official recycling bin, is it illegal for other people to take things out of it? Because personally I’m willing to just set my recycling out for whoever comes by first.

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My Cat: Too Smart for Her Own Good

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Mar 162012
 

This morning Alpha Geek and I were watching the news, as we are wont to do. I like to check the weather forecast and see if the sproggen or I should wear raincoats. I think Alpha Geek mostly just likes to listen to the white noise while he’s achieving consciousness.

Suddenly, from the kitchen, came a series of strident meows. It was unmistakably the sound of a cat in distress. I thought Duchess had managed to get herself trapped in a cupboard—lately she’s been getting adventurous and climbing new things, not always successfully. I hurried into the kitchen to see what was wrong.

She was fine. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking expectantly up at me. Not trapped, no injuries.

“What’s the matter with you?” I asked. She beamed at me. I petted her a bit and went back to the living room.

Five or ten minutes later, the penny dropped. I went to check her water dish: empty.

Every other cat I’ve known, when they were out of water, has tried to lead me to its (empty) water dish.

This cat was trying to lead me to the kitchen sink, because she knows that’s where I fill her water dish. I just wasn’t getting it.

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