Yesterday I was on the phone when the doorbell rang. When I was able to get to the door, I found one of those cards postal carriers leave behind for mail that requires a signature.
The card was for a certified letter from the IRS.
I've had two IRS audits in the last twenty or so years (plus one state of WI audit, and three audits by the WI unemployment compensation division). I'd rather have a colonoscopy without sedation.
For one IRS audit, I had to cancel all work for three days because the auditor kept calling me into my office with questions. On top of that, it required my wife and me to work the three weekends prior preparing for the audit.
The card said I could pick up the letter this morning after 9am. I sweated it all night.
The guy behind the counter handed me the letter, and I nervously opened it. Hallelujah! It was a $25 penalty for a payment that was missed. I could breathe again.
The letter was one of those final notices where they say they're going to seize property if they don't get a reply in X number of days. The weird thing is I never received any notice about this before.
I love taxes.