Pictured is an envelope and part of a tax invoice it contained, which I received on Saturday. Just to confirm, that’s Saturday 18th December. As you can see by the stamp on the envelope, the letter was sent on 15th December. Apart from it taking three days to travel just 30 kilometres, check out the date on the tax bill. The text pretty much translates to “final payment date” which is, impossibly, 15th December. That would be three days before I even received the invoice.
On top of that, this is the third separate bill for tax that I’ve had in a few months (each sent from different centres), and this one still has my old address from more than a year ago despite notifying them of my change of address more than once. What is this tax even for??
I’m stopping myself from ranting, swearing and shouting like a crazy lady because if I start, I may not stop, and I don’t want to end up in a mental institution. Imagine the scariest wierdo you’ve ever met and multiply it by ten and that’s roughly how I’m feeling right now. Alternatively, I could shrug and say “c’est la vie” but I’m not French: I haven’t grown up with this lame excuse for a taxation system and I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. Next country?