Today, I went with my mother to city hall to have her clients assessments computed. For a small accounting firm such as hers, this means to follow a long queue of taxpayers. But since it was a Sunday and she is a senior citizen — there is a priority lane.
As we waited for her turn, on the ground floor, I can say the steps were pretty organized, from the guards to the evaluators and assessors. From her 12 clients in quezon city, there was 1 that has “tax deficiency” so we went to the second floor to clarify the deficiency. I patiently waited outside with the chairs lined up by the hallway as my mother went inside to do her business.
From where I seated there were piles of people starting to lose their cool and patience. As i heard further, they have been there since 8 in the morning and as I checked my watch it is already 1 in the afternoon. Wtf, waiting for a signature for 4 to 5 hours?! If I’m on their shoes, I’d probably one of those shouting to the guards and the people inside that office. Hey, we are taxpayers, aren’t we? We respect their rules, they respect our time — deuce.
From what I hear, these people are businessmen. Small business — sari-sari stores and tiangge. Most of them Most of them are seniors. They went to the City Treasurer’s office to have their tax bills re-computed — a sari-sari store can’t afford to pay 25,000 pesos just by selling candies or yosi!! a tianggian can’t pay 35,000 pesos just for that effin’ tax!! For heaven’s, these small time businessmen set-up their business to somehow earn a small living while they are on retirement. Who are they (in that office) to know better than the taxpayer themselves. One of the guy already finished his negotiation inside says that he has only sari-sari store selling candies and chips, etc and the assessor estimated him to be earning 150,000 pesos a month – that is effin’ crazy man. And a lot of stories go on and on and on until I saw my mother went outside with her already signed papers.
I was just a bit disappointed hearing those from small-time business people whom you can see from how they stand and how they dress, really simple and a common mass. On our way home as my mom and I talked, I told her – “I remembered my reason why I did not want to work on your field, it is hard for me to pay the government while I still see the common people striving to live day by day and yet at the end of the day — they need to shell out a big chunk of their “barya-baryang benta” to pay the government. I still see the roads still patched with barriers, broken cements as if an earthquake from Taal just struck this part of quezon city. Traffic everywhere even on Sundays and holidays…GRRRR… While the politicians “we voted” are living their comfortable life using the interest from our money.. what the heck is happening in the world!!
It was a really sad and annoying experience.