It's tax season, also known to me as the money season. I love tax season. I could do a little happy tax dance right here for you if you could actually see it...but you can't. So no happy tax dance. Ever since my T4 came in the mail, I have been imagining what I will do with my much cherished tax return. I was keeping my dreams in check though because last year my accountant informed me that I wouldn't be getting as much back this year. I kept that in mind, and shaved at least $1500 dollars off what I had last year...I still had some money to play around with. One scenario was to buy a new bike, or a new TV, or finally buy myself some clothes that I liked. And if I was looking to be more responsible, I was going to use the money to pay off my Visa, and help me live once el jobo ends at the end of March. Thursday afternoon comes, and I prepare myself to go, which meant attempting to talk myself down from all the mad spending daydreams that I have been having. Along with madly spending money before my appointment because my tax return would soon be in my hand. Later as I sit in the office of my accountant, eagerly awaiting her annoucement of how much money I will be recieving, she again tells me that it will not be as much as last year. Impatient to find out what the bottom line is, I tell her that I am very much aware of this fact, and could she please just tell me how much money I am getting. THE MONEY DAMN IT! I WANT THE MONEY! (most of that last interchange is an exaggeration, but I think you get the point). The moment has finally arrived and she tells me that I am looking at a return of.....$149.00. I tried to smile and act normal even though my heart was pounding out of my chest, and impending doom was knocking at my back door. Through the roar of the blood rushing through my body in complete utter panic, I told her that I realized that I wasn't going to get too much back, and I was expecting a crappy return (just not that crappy!). She talked for what felt like forever about what I could do to raise it up a bit, but basically she told me that for the rest of my life I would be getting nothing, or as close to nothing as $149.00 is. I was trying to look like I was listening, but all the voices in my head were screaming about how poor we were, and that I would have to sell my organs to a black market in order to pay off my Visa; so I barely heard her talk of RRSP's and Venture Investments. Luckily, after a few minutes my survival instinct kicked in, and I was able to get out of there without any scenes, and went about my day, a little numb, but still workable. Now it is very easy to look back on the whole situation and laugh....$149......bwhahahahaha!!! Time to start looking into those Venture Investments I guess....