I’ve been preparing taxes for my company since I got out of college. It’s been nearly fifteen years. When I started, the pay was good, but it failed to keep up with inflation.
We got paid based on how many hours we worked and how many clients we took care of. I did the second most clients in the district (roughly 800 a year) but worked the most on-the-clock hours as I refused to work off the clock. This gave me a lower hourly rate than most of my colleagues.
In 2019, I only got 600 clients because of the global health crisis, and I also worked far more hours — eighty hours most weeks and 100 hours during peaks. I was promised by the manager that this would not affect my pay next year, and I would get at least the same hourly rate in 2020.
I did not, so I began a job search. I quickly found a new job that was willing to offer a third again as much as I had been previously paid and only expected me to do about 200 returns. They were a financial advising company that wanted to provide tax services to clients as a free perk.
I settled into the new job, and come April, my old job called me to see if I was willing to work for them after hours to help clear up their backlog. There was nothing abnormal about this; it was a regular practice to call back workers who’d moved on, though it usually started in March, not April.
Most of the people working at the old job were still my friends, so I decided to come back in for a few weeks. Ironically, the pay was higher for a consultant coming in after hours.
As an after-hours consultant, my name wasn’t really supposed to be put forward as “available for appointments”. I was not supposed to be seeing clients. But one of my clients from the previous year was insisting that I see him. And here’s where our story starts, though I feel those background details are necessary to understand why I’m in this position.
I opened up the client’s file, and I immediately noticed that his return had already been started. It had five Employee Identification Numbers. One of them I recognized as my own; the client had been mine the previous year. One I recognized as that of an employee who was famous for handing anyone even slightly difficult to somebody else.
The other two were listed as inactive. One number was suggestive of the employee having been hired and terminated recently. The other I recognized as belonging to a friend of mine who had died from a stroke while working in the office in March.
I noticed that most of the details were already entered, and I refamiliarized myself with the client. They were a self-employed husband-and-husband team who worked primarily from home doing Internet videos.
In previous years, I had taken their home office off on their taxes and depreciated part of their house for it. The computer system was complaining that the percentage of the house that was business use was not correctly set.
An easy fix! I opened the asset manager, opened their houses…
…and found that someone had made their house asset, named (let’s say) 171 Ixion Street into a car named 171 Ixion Street with about 800 business miles and 1,200 total miles. The same moron had also deleted their normal work car which I had named (let’s say) a 2014 Honda Civic.
The computer and electronic equipment they had been depreciating also had mileage entered onto it, though it was still listed as a computer. Upon seeing that, I honestly started crying.