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So far, today has not been one for the record books. At least, not in a good way.

First, I discover that the “RRSP” account I’ve been contributing to monthly since March of 2000 isn’t an RRSP account at all. So I don’t get the tax deduction. At least, that’s what the guy at CI Funds told me. My 2000 return indicates that I claimed RRSP bits, but that was probably Tyla’s spousal thing. This means that our financial advisor in Toronto has screwed us into a multi-thousand-dollar tax liability. (In addition to the fact that we’re invested in mutual funds that have been steadily declining in value since we started. Yay.)

But then, because that’s not enough for one day, I had to go another round with Sony HR, who appear to have made zero forward progress since we last spoke a few weeks ago. (A conversation that ended, I add with only a touch of bitterness, in a promise to contact me the next day.) I’ve got a new offer letter on the way, which appears to be only mildly flawed. I’m starting to think really hard about Plan B.

Oh well. There’s always next year for the Leafs.