Death and Taxes

So it's tax season again (Happy Birthday Sis) and we all have to do the same thing. We wait for the money that we put into the system to come back to us, some more than others. I don't even worry about how much I'm getting back because I know it won't be anywhere near the amount that I put into the system. I have accepted that. I just wish that I saw more progress from it all. I understand that we all have to pay our taxes. It's one of the only things guaranteed in life, besides death. This is the life we live. We pay all these taxes while we drive over potholes. The gas prices go up everyday...there is no punchline there. CEO's of these huge companies continue to get millions in bonuses while the people who make those companies go don't see the benefits of their hard work. I've been experiencing that for the past two months. It's hard when you're being driven in the ground day after day physically and mentally. My bonus isn't worth the stress that comes along with it. The bags under my eyes grow every day and my body is falling apart. But I keep pushing because this is the path that I've chosen. My management style is different from some others, but everyone wants to work for me. Funny how that works out. All the overtime I've been getting will be gone anyway, from taxes. So why am I working the extra hours? Money has never been my motivation. Doing my job has always been my motivation. I don't care about my bonuses. I just want to make sure I do my job well. I'm getting off on another tangent here. I've done my own taxes for the past four years and it's becoming a hated task. If only I was rich. I wouldn't have to pay taxes at all......or at least not as much.