Archive for June 12th, 2006

12
Jun '06

*sigh*

   Posted by: lyle    in Thoughts, Work-related

Well, back to work. And what a joy.

Way back at the end of last year, I told the management people in the office that my PC’s network connection was knackered, and would simply die one day. What’d happened was that the network cable for my PC snakes across the floor by one of the windows in the office. So when clumsy motherfuckers people in the office close that window, for some godforsaken reason, they step on the network cable, and pull it out of the machine. Of course, because of the way it’s done, those “pulling out” actions have ended up breaking the network cable connection on the computer.

And, being a Dell, that network card isn’t just a slot-in unit, it’s part of the motherboard.

During the last week, while I was away, the network connection got pulled out again, and finally killed the socket on the computer. So I come back in today, and no connection at all. *sigh*

And, of course, there wasn’t a network card going spare. Hey, we only knew about this for 9 months. Why worry?

Anyway, following a journey back to Bracknell (Nowhere in Wokingham had a network card – weird, but true) for a whole £10 of network card, and the work PC is back on its feet.

But Jesus Christ, what a load of work for a poxy reason…

12
Jun '06

Inland Revenue

   Posted by: lyle    in Customer Services, Cynicism, Domestic, Own Business, Sweary, Work-related

Finally, it looks like my ongoing fight with the Inland Revenue may just be coming to a close.

Way back in March last year, I got a snotty letter from the Inland Revenue telling me that my tax return for 2003/4 was now officially late, and I was being slapped with a penalty fine of £100 as a result. OK, fine – except, well, I hadn’t actually received a tax return for 2003/4. I called them immediately, and told them so. “We’ll send one out, and put the account on hold” they said.

Did they fuck as like.

In May I got another demand – it was still late, another £100 had been thrown at me, and I still hadn’t received the bloody tax return in the first place. Another call, another promise, and finally a tax return arrived. I filled it in, enclosed all the shit they asked for (P45, P60, blah blah) and sent it back. Like a numpty, I didn’t send it recorded delivery.

Yes, Inland Revenue lost it. Along with all the documents. Oh shit.

Everything’s gone on from there, really. Two more returns (one lost, one finally received), shitloads of demands for money, invoices, the lot. Oh, and a similar scenario for the 2004/5 one, which started happening this year, to a disturbingly similar pattern.

Finally it’s all looking like it’s been sorted. It turns out that a company I was a director of, and left back in August ’04, hadn’t told Inland Revenue I’d left. (and had earned fuck-all with) So Inland Revenue thought I was still self-employed, and getting money from the company. Except I’d left them, and told Companies House so as well. Your standard “linked up government” *cough* scenario. I got a return for 2005/6 as well, but it now looks like common sense may have taken hold, and I won’t have to fill it in. That’s getting verified today, as you can imagine. I want that decision in writing. Ideally in 48point bold, with flashing lights.

And the final amount? After two years of stress, hassle, threats of court, (Well, being told the day before the court date “Oh, you’re supposed to be in court tomorrow”. I’m sure there’s some kind of statutory requirement to fucking tell me that? “Oh, we sent out a letter”. In a similar way to the other ones that I haven’t received? “Oh.”) threats of bailiffs and tax inspectors?

£150

That’s it. One hundred and fifty sodding pounds. It’s cost more than that, just in administration at their end. Hell, it’s cost me a bundle just in phone calls and postage. Pity I can’t count that against the payment.

Still, the cheque goes off today, and hopefully that’ll be the end of it…