Medicated depression, day #147
Up late, past midnight, son is asleep and I browse idly on TOR onion sites, looking for interesting reverse engineering projects.
Earlier today I got a dead-tree letter in the mail slot, about my sick leave, turns out my doctor has put me on sick leave until end of JULY and not til end of June as I remembered from our conversation. That is another whole month.
I need to download a new doctors note, mail it to the KC as the doctor issued a new one, it took the KC a few weeks before they sent a notice from the company, so any compensation will take at least a month to process.
I hope to speed up this process by sending in all paper work early and to tickle all necessary parties to walk in same pace. But we will see, as usual when dealing with government bodies, it takes forever and there is plenty of red tape everywhere.
Tomorrow (as I still haven't gone to bed yet) I'll join a friends cultural festival in town, a children's festival where we know at least 3 or 4 kids that will be there. Checked when it starts, 14 .. neat, plenty of time to wake up and move down town.
Got some stress onset earlier today while opening mail, a mail from the bank claiming that there were a lack of funds for something .. I need to look into that, resolve it ASAP.
Economical stress is the worst kind of stress. Spent a good chunk of the 90's worrying about economics, to make ends meet and such. Awfully stressful. Back then when twenty-something living in first condo, paid cash and still had to come up with the monthly fee on zero income at times, at other times I had too much work, like 3 jobs at once, one day job, one afternoon and early evening job and then working night and closing at a burger joint. It kept me on my toes, whipped some frugality into my soul and have only ever taken out loans for housing and real estate.