Like any good American, I spent the early hours of the Australian morning to finalize and submit my 2017 U.S. taxes.
Wasn’t too hard, I don’t get paid, but we have to declare any foreign income to avoid future troubles with the IRS.
The Canadian one is next and then will be starting on the Australian one, where the tax year runs from July 1 rather than Jan. 1.
Filing in the U.S. is joint for me and my partner, but separate in the other countries.
I get confused.
And when I get confused, I watch TV (was WKRP in Cincinnati a great TV show or the greatest?).
Or go to the supermarket.
When I started in the food safety stuff, my friend Gord told me, pay attention to the farmers.
Those that produce the food.
I agreed, did that for years, then expanded further to customers, the people that actually buy food.
Yesterday I went to my supermarket-lab after a few hours in the city.
Half of the meat section was cleared out.
I asked if they had a power outage, but the young dude said, nah, it’s all monitored at HQ, the temp went down so we had to pull the stock to the back cooler.
OK, cool, way to be responsive, until a manager walked by, tapped the worked on his shoulder, meaning get back to work or stop talking to the food safety dude, or both.
At the checkout, I overheard a number of staff had called in sick.
That prompted me to ask, are you told to stay at home when you’re sick, and they both said yes, until the one said the other was sick, and at work.
They said it’s a great policy but lousy in action.