Category: Provincial Rates

I spent my Tuesday morning staring at a literal shoebox of crumpled thermal receipts—the kind that fade if you even look at them too hard—and...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a shoebox of receipts that looked like it had been recovered from a shipwreck, when a client...

I was sitting across from a client last Tuesday—a woman who runs a brilliant little boutique in Halifax—and she was staring at a stack of invoices...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a receipt for a bulk order of tiny denim jackets that looked like it had been through a washing...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a client's ledger that looked less like a financial record and more like a shredded wheat...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a particularly tragic shoebox of receipts—the kind where the thermal paper has faded so much it...

I was sitting across from a client last Tuesday—a wonderful woman running a boutique landscaping firm—who was staring at her latest HST filing like...

I remember sitting across from a client last spring—a lovely woman who makes incredible hand-poured candles—as she stared at a pile of CRA...

I once sat across from a contractor in Halifax who was sweating through his shirt, not because of the humidity, but because he’d just realized he’d...

I was sitting in my office last Tuesday, staring at a crumpled, coffee-stained receipt that looked like it had been through a car wash, when I...