I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at what I’ve officially dubbed the "Mount Everest of Receipts"—a literal shoebox filled with...
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I recently sat across from a massage therapist who was halfway through a nervous breakdown because she’d been charging HST on every single client...
I remember sitting across from a client in my office last November—a man who had spent thirty years building a successful landscaping firm in the...
I was sitting across from a client last Tuesday—a woman running a boutique bakery who is, quite frankly, one of the hardest workers I know—and she...
I still remember a client of mine—a decent guy, ran a successful landscaping outfit—who sat in my office last spring looking like he’d just seen a...
I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at what I can only describe as a "crime scene" of crumpled thermal paper and faded ink—the latest...
I remember sitting across from a consultant last year who was trying to explain the financial services exemption to a local mortgage broker using...
I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a literal shoebox of crumpled, coffee-stained thermal receipts that someone had the audacity to...
I remember sitting across from a consultant last year who tried to convince a client that they didn't need to worry about Canadian tax obligations...
I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a crumpled, grease-stained envelope that someone had the audacity to call a "record" of their...