It's a day of mixed Sun and heavy cloud, and we had rain for some time from around 10:00 a.m.
I am in a poor mood ─ thus the short post. My eyes are burned out from inadequate sleep and eyestrain from excessive time at my computer, as well as probably more T.V. than I care to be watching.
I find myself resenting my brother for being home so damned much, forcing me to watch T.V. with him from 10:00 a.m. until at least 1:00 p.m., and then again from 8:00 p.m. until I break off to go to bed.
Last night I made that break around 10:30 p.m., but he clearly wanted me to continue sitting up with him to operate our T9 Android 8.1 TV Box (he has no skill with the device).
If he had his way, I would be sitting up well into the midnight hour every night, if not even until beyond 1:00 a.m.
On my own, I doubt that I would watch more than two hours of T.V. in a day, and sometimes maybe none at all.
Anyway, I can become extremely short with him when he fails to fathom elements in shows that we watch. I probably feel that I sit there wasting my time watching T.V. for his sake, yet he cannot be bothered to pay full attention to the shows that I fetch with our Android TV Box.
If they're not important to him, why the hell am I sitting there watching them?
He will get up and wander off for five and 10 minutes at a time. It just irks me no end.
I am not getting the exercise that I should, and my six hosted websites get far too little attention from me.
I am also profoundly annoyed with the federal government because the tax refunds for my wife and I still have not been deposited into our chequing account, even though I dropped off our tax returns at the local Tax Services Office on March 8.
I know that it's because hardly any employees are actually there at work due to the mandated COVID-19 lockdowns and shutdowns.
In the past, our tax returns have been assessed and the refund deposited in approximately a month after I have dropped them off at the Taxation Services Office. I am almost convinced that the paper tax returns I filed are sitting in utter neglect in some storage area, and may not be processed for a long, long while yet.
I needed that money badly last week.
In addition, my poor wife who had to go part-time back in February at the Thai restaurant where she works ─ a reduction in hours that a doctor prescribed due to some painful development with the elbow area of one of my wife's arms ─ has yet to see a cent in Employment Insurance (E.I.).
Her E.I. account is frozen in some limbo, and no one at Service Canada can be reached by telephone. The public are no longer allowed to visit any of the offices due to COVID-19, even if anyone is still working in them.
She applied for E.I. on February 15 ─ a month or more before Canada opened the floodgates for practically every person even vaguely associated with a job to be able to apply for the Canada Emergency Response Benefit (CERB); and now people my wife knows who have since applied have received as many as three such payments, but her frozen E.I. account prevents her from receiving anything.
We, too, have bills needing payment.
I just feel so damned hopeless.
But she doesn't help matters too much, either. She is supposed to sign our mortgage renewal paperwork that I acquired on Friday, but she spends her weekends somewhere in Vancouver (such is my sorry marriage).
The bank agent who sent me the documents had hoped to get the signed copies back by today, but I expect that my wife will not be showing up until late this evening after she has put in some time at the restaurant.
We live far nearer to her place of employment than is Vancouver ─ in fact, one must travel through our 'city' in coming from Vancouver in order to get to where the restaurant is.
So she will come home tonight and probably spend the day here tomorrow.
I have E-mailed the bank agent ─ I did so late Friday ─ and explained that the documents will not likely be signed and returned until late tonight. I had said that my wife was out of town, which is the truth; but the agent persists in wanting to have me phone back.
Instead of communicating with me via E-mail as I prefer to have done, I was left a phone message just today to call back. The agent wants the documents.
I do not want a damned conversation ─ I already explained the situation. If the agent is too dense to understand that my wife may not be here to sign until late today, then what the hell is expected of me?
Besides, the current mortgage agreement is valid until into this coming July.
I am not returning the call.
I suppose that I am going to have to sit up and await my wife ─ i.e., no getting to bed early this evening. Since my eyes are already a-burn from strain, I am going to stop lamenting and get this post published. I could use a lie-down, for it is just after 6:00 p.m.
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