I woke up frustrated I had forgotten to extend or file my 2020 taxes yesterday, then as I started working this morning with my friend, I mentioned that I had forgotten, and she told me it’s actually today that taxes are due.
so I’m really glad I admitted to her that I had forgotten to do the thing I am alleged to know well how to do.
on a break at work just now I filed my extension which will minimize the damage of some of the overdue taxes I have from business income last year.
I think that is what coming out of the funky bottom part of my emotional cycle looks like. Getting an extension filed what I thought was a day late but is actually on time.
in that same vein, I got talked to at work because I had 9 days of showing up late last month, out of like 20 days worked (since I took a week long vacation); so I’ve been trying to be on time the last four days and I was for three of four, or at least I was only 4 minutes late which our time clock rounds back to on time; but for one I was five minutes late which I thought was Late, but I found out today that five minutes late ALSO rounds back to on time. so that’s four days of being on time, plus one on time tax extension, in spite of my thinking I was late on both fronts.