Imagine this if you will, for if you don't then the weight of these words carry about as much strength as a newfound scab—you were sure they all were gone.
You are a low-income wage earner, classified as such as you have earnt less than thrity thousand in one year, and you aren't exactly confident on completing your tax return. You then choose to go to one of the many centres around the area around your area and have a volunteer fill out the form. What would your reaction be if your assigned lackey had this weird expanse of hair growing on the right side of his face? Something that was by choice, not an affliction of some medical condition or accident.
Would you bring it up? No, let's hope you don't, play along with this in-joke, then he turns and you catch the otherside of his face. What would you expect to be on the side of his face? Vagrant strands of wild, untamed hair just as was spotted on the right?
Right?
But it turns out that it is clean shaven. Nothing more? It is after all just an appearance, nothing to sway your confidence in the young man handling your affairs.
But then he jokingly brings up the fact that all TaxHelp volunteers must take a test and to become accredited they have to achieve a pass mark of ninety-one percent.
Know what? He only scored eighty-nine percent, and that's without reading any of the material or listening to anything during training, and they still marked him as okay.
What then? I hope you'd scramble, grab all your stuff and get the hell out of there. Pronto!
I have to ring up later, maybe this week, maybe next month, when I can be sure of free time when I can start my venture. Have you been warned?
Wednesday, 8 August 2001 - 06:39
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