Schakim Ammarah Financial Services

After receiving my W-​2 on Wednesday, I, like the seemingly responsible young lady I am, scheduled the necessary appointment with my tax guy. The reality of it is, like everyone else, I hate taxes. They stress me out and make my stomach feel like it’s turning inside out. Contrary to my procrastinating nature, I hate taxes so much that I get them out of the way as soon as humanly possible. It’s very much a rip-​the-​band-​aid off method.
As usual, my guy, Schakim, is on point. I call Friday morning, and he has an opening Saturday morning. That’s much less time to freak out over the inevitable.
I show up, he retrieves me from the lobby, we sit and have a no-​BS-​deduction-​filled conversation, and bam, the taxes are done.
This was our fourth year together, and I’ve found that every year I appreciate Schakim just a little more. Prior to him, I had two other tax guys. One guy was a friend who was an accountant and would work for a six-​pack. With him I learned: you get what you pay for. The other guy was an older jolly gentleman with an office building of his own complete with a lobby and his receptionist wife. His office was huge and filled with expensive things. With him I learned: when you pay, it doesn’t necessarily benefit you. Schakim is my lesson learned. With him, you get what you pay for and all beneficial arrows point to you.
Some things to know: The building doesn’t have its own parking, so you use the parking structure off of Queen St. and Schakim will validate your parking. On weekends, the receptionist for the floor doesn’t work, so you just call Schakim and he will come get you from the waiting area. His office is #615.