The taxman and robots laugh at me
I'm a bit of a nerd. I get a thrill whenever I prepare my taxes every year. Will I owe them? Or will they owe me? Perhaps I'll even break even. Have I mentioned I'm a bit of a nerd?
But before I even get to the 'final answer' I fill in the questionnaire portion of the taxes and I get hit with this question.
What was your marital status as of December 31, 2009?
The question always hits me hard. They know I was single last year. Then with this return they will say, "Looks like Mr. Ryan Talbot May still can't find a partner. Perhaps he's a fat loser. Or perhaps he spends too much time with his cats..." Either way, it's depressing.
I know that the question isn't meant to judge but figure out which parameters I fall into for the tax year. In fact, I bet no one will ever lay eyes on my return. It's too basic to ever get an audit and will probably be processed by a computer or better yet, robots.
But I can't help but think that as the robots process my return they will turn his or her robotic head to a picture in its circuitry of that processor it's been dating and say, "What a loser, even I have someone to interface with every night."
It would really be nice to have someone to interface with every night. Wouldn't it?
But before I even get to the 'final answer' I fill in the questionnaire portion of the taxes and I get hit with this question.
What was your marital status as of December 31, 2009?
- Married
- Living Common Law
- Widowed
- Divorced
- Separated
- Single
The question always hits me hard. They know I was single last year. Then with this return they will say, "Looks like Mr. Ryan Talbot May still can't find a partner. Perhaps he's a fat loser. Or perhaps he spends too much time with his cats..." Either way, it's depressing.
I know that the question isn't meant to judge but figure out which parameters I fall into for the tax year. In fact, I bet no one will ever lay eyes on my return. It's too basic to ever get an audit and will probably be processed by a computer or better yet, robots.
But I can't help but think that as the robots process my return they will turn his or her robotic head to a picture in its circuitry of that processor it's been dating and say, "What a loser, even I have someone to interface with every night."
It would really be nice to have someone to interface with every night. Wouldn't it?