2023 - My beautiful wife and I have employed more than our share of Accountants, CPA's, or Type A…read morepersonalities to mitigate our culpability to the IRS's red taped, taxing machine.
"Bro, TRRRUST ME... MY guy, he'll get you sorted out proper. Just, keep it between us. I don't want him to get too busy to do my tax returns (accented by a nod, elbow nudge, or a non to sly wink)." Long story short -- FIRED every fricken finger lickin' time.
I can't even count how many times we've actually filed amended returns on our own to include things the CPA missed, overlooked or just didn't have time to ask us about. This cat, Gerardo... He's beginning to make me a believer. No - seriously, the thought of trusting someone to do our taxes makes me suspicious and uncomfortable. So, the fact that I'm a card carrying member of the GR Accounting #1 Fan Club will hopefully tell you something.
Not that I'm ready to move down to South America and declare him the resurrected embodiment of Master Yoda, while becoming one with the force by sippin' on a pint of dark side roasted, iced CAF flavoured kool-aid.
Gerardo is young, he's friendly, he's sharper than the exacto knife sitting in the tool box you never open, he asks a lot of pertinent questions and lets you answer WITHOUT interrupting. That last bit alone should garner him national recognition. GERARDO HAS NICE TEETH. No, I mean he's got Disney prince (or princess) brilliantly blinding, super-glossy, sassy, shiny, white teeth. Plus he's got that sort of boy-ish charm, that's young and idealistic.
I mean, we (non accountants) get it: You're a CPA + IT's tax season = YOU went to college for this and YOU (should) know what you're doing, so we should just deal with your 40 something wearing a 20 something's short and super curt skirt of an attitude you're wearing wrong... right?
WRONG. IT doesn't mean you know everything. IT certainly doesn't give you some self-appointed, Tricky Dicky impunity, permitting your over-inflated ego's rudely obtuse mannerisms, or excuse your, "I'm super busy and don't have time for this" condescension - YOU eggplant Friday lovin', blood suckin' wombat.
Anyways, Gerardo is our Tax Guy until he becomes so widely popular that he joins the jaded gym for unbearably obtuse accountants - hers and hims membership casts based upon head size. Seriously, try him... you will NOT be disappointed.