Two hours of my life wasted

Because Belgian government wants me to complete my tax return form. Which would be fine by me, if it were not that our glorious company affords us the help of DeLoitte, apparently the best people around the planet when it comes to filling these things. So everything, is OK, you'd guess? Nopt really, since these damn people are so picky they want to count you tiniest pubic hair. At this point, I wionder, wouldn't I be better off simply having to fill in the form myself? pah!