Monday, May 4, 2009

How do you spell frustration? Easy - I.R.S.

Next month it will be three years since mom passed away of congestive heart failure. For her last three or four months, we hired a half dozen ladies to come to her home. They weren't trained...they were just ladies who could provide companion care for people who are dying to make their final days on earth a little more pleasant.

They were nice ladies. When mom was able, they would play cards with her or visit with her. When she became bedridden, they read to her or got her a glass of water or a sandwich. When mom died, they all came to her funeral.

They are in sharp contrast to the U.S. Internal Revenue Service, which has been just the opposite of nice.

We paid these ladies for their time and followed all applicable Montana and federal laws. But for the past three years, I've been getting the most moronic letters ever written by a government agency who is sure we screwed up somewhere.

The first letter had to do with some alleged wrongdoing on our part because we did not follow North Dakota law when it came to paying unemployment insurance.

Well, that seemed easy enough. We had used a certified public accountant in my hometown of Roundup, Montana, so I asked the CPA if he would write a letter to the IRS on my dad's behalf telling them that the services were performed in Montana and thus were not under the jurisdiction of North Dakota law.

We've never been able to figure out why the IRS thought that the care was given in North Dakota as mom never resided in North Dakota and neither did the ladies. It was only dad who moved here a month after mom passed away.

The CPA wrote a spectacular letter...and we thought the issue was settled. But in about six months we received another letter, which the CPA also answered....and the story has continued until this weekend when we got our latest letter in response to the last letter the CPA sent six months ago in 2008.

This time the IRS wants us to contact the Montana unemployment insurance office to have them write a letter regarding why companion care is not covered under Montana unemployment insurance law. There's an easy answer, BECAUSE THE LEGISLATURE SAID SO.

But that's not good enough for the IRS, so I again called the CPA, who has contacted the Montana unemployment insurance office so many times on this matter he's on a first name basis with a lady named Rose. He's now going to call Rose and ask her to write a letter on our behalf to the IRS.

You might think this would be the end of it, but you would be wrong. In six months, we'll get still another letter from the IRS and they again will be making some other stupid request and threatening a hefty fine for our stupidity and ignorance on such weighty issues.

I'm bringing this to your attention for a couple of reasons. First, because it has become a major irritation in my life. And second, because when you hear that the goverment is going to "help" in any way shape or form, you should start running the other way.

I can't believe that anyone in their right mind would ever accept the proposition of our government running anything -- least of all General Motors, Health Care, etc.

It will be a sad day when you buy a car that's a lemon and expect satisfaction from the government. If you want to see red tape, you'll see it until the end of the universe.

6 comments:

Lisa Grace said...

Ah, yes, the IRS. An agency with lots of power to make our lives miserable, but not lots of brains. This is a dangerous combination.

randymeiss said...

I would like to know how many of these obviously computer generated letters are actually seen by human eyes before being mailed. I can't help but think somewhere in the system a computer program has decided a number somewhere doesn't jive so a letter gets automatically generated and sent. Likewise, I'd like to know if the responses sent by your CPA are even read. After so much time has passed, the computer program still sees a number it doesn't like and spits out another letter. This really sounds like an example where too much technology can be a bad thing.

Ar Vee said...

Steve you my have touched on a business worth millions.A hand full of people who help other people deal with these issues.

Steve at Random said...

My CPA's read on this mess is...the IRS needs money. They don't care how they get it. I saw a quote today that read, "Needing revenue to pay for the deficit doesn't a public policy make." I wish the IRS felt the same way. ArVee, got any stories about the nice ladies. I can't believe something so nice can turn into something annoying.

Ar Vee said...

It brings tears to my eyes to think about the friends we made then.I had weeded some out so when the good ones showed up I was sceptical.Big Susie looked rough,but under that big frame was a heart of gold and as big as Texas.She was so nice it took me awhile to realize she was genuine.She would have been the "scare-crow" at the end of "Wizard of Oz".I'm sure Mom would have said ,of the three, "Susie, I will miss you most of all".I know I do.I have forgotten the smaller red haired lady's name.And I guess that tells you a little more about Susie.Anyway,I will call her Cathy.I met Cathy at G's in Roundup and thought she was the neighbors wife.She was always friendly and thought the world of Gary's dog Baxter.It turned out she was the caretaker for that neighbor and at the time she was out of work.She was a person I felt at ease with.When she showed up to take care of Mom the world seemed right.She cleaned,cooked,and fit in like family.These ladies had been delt some hard knocks in life.Like so many good hearted people,someone took advantage of that goodness.They rose above their adversity and shared some of that angelic love with our Mom.In return Mom treated them like family.There was never a harsh word spoken.The meek share inherit the earth!!That's nice to know, and for the big shots at the important positions--- well I'm not to judge!

Steve at Random said...

The gal's name you couldn't quite remember was Carol....Carol Ketchum. I couldn't remember it either but came across it while looking for some other information. Mom had a bell she'd ring if she needed something at night. In fairness to all concerned, I should mention that Uncle Randy slept on the floor at the foot of our mom's bed for about two months until he had to open his store at Virginia City. This pre-dated his career as full-time school monitor for naughty kids. Sisters Susan and Janet helped out as well, but it was Randy who took the graveyard shift.