April 17 - 20, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

With pretty much all of my ''self-establishment'' activities being more-or-less achieved, I began entering the ''job search'' mode, the opening salvo having been launched late Sunday night through the earliest hours of Monday morning (Apr. 17-18), filling out a frustratingly nit-picky online application for the first company I'd attempted to respond to, followed by an online resume-submission to a second company which then directed me to fill out one of their own ''online'' applications which was about as user-friendly as mongoose is ''cobra-friendly.'' I also eventually expressed interest in the national/international company I'd once worked for (Tue., Apr. 19), but was not permitted to access the actual ''application'' portion of their website.

Also on Tuesday I called a number of another service which claimed to have opportunities available in my local area, but which required the application process to take place in person in St. Petersburg, which was a positive in my case in the fact that I'd been wanting to go on an excursion to both major cities in the Bay Area proper for quite some time, and this would afford me the opportunity to do just that.

I almost ran the risk of screwing myself over when I awoke to the alarm clock the next morning (Wed., Apr. 20), because I decided to try to take a little post-alarm ''snooze'' before getting down to business, but I'd forgotten to reset the alarm for that very purpose. In any event, I got up the motivation to ''Get Action'' (to quote Teddy Roosevelt) and get everything prepared & organized.

I managed to depart in good time, but I was unprepared for the ''US 19'' rush hour traffic, especially going into St. Petersburg, having pretty much memorized the route, according to the online map, even though I did finally have to resort to using the GPS to guide me the rest of the way, as I'd taken an early turnoff and had become slightly disoriented but not necessarily misdirected, still managing to arrive ahead of the 10:00 time I'd committed to. It was during this particular application filing process that alerted me to the need of bringing certain additional items of information along with me prior to such sessions: realizing this perhaps being due to the unexpected but appreciated situation of being presented with the nowadays ever so RARE opportunity to fill out a legitimate ''hard copy''  paper  job application.

After submitting my application with the local administrator and engaging in brief chit-chat with her before leaving, she mentioned to me that another competing company, which habitually and frequently posts ''help wanted'' ads on ''Craig's List,'' had just that same day posted another Craigslist profile advertising that they would be holding a ''job fair'' for their company on the following day (sounded  very  odd, to say the least).

From there, I continued on to Tampa to stop by the Florida Dept. of Agriculture and Consumer Services office to inquire about obtaining a list of all the companies in my career field who are registered to operate in Florida, and (not surprisingly) I was informed that the information to that effect that I'd received from one of my apartment complex neighbors who does work in the same field was incorrect.

Just prior to that business-related stop-over, I first made my promised re-visit to ''Ybor City'' just so I could once again dine at ''New York, New York'' pizzeria. Before returning to my motorcycle, I decided to step inside the ''everything in the store is only $5'' heat-press transfer t-shirt shop just a few storefronts away from the pizzeria, where after a long time of looking around (because of issues of either finding the right designs on the wrong sizes, the right colors with the wrong designs, the right color & design & size but with damaged materials, etc., etc., etc.) I finally decided (read: ''settled'') on a pair of t-shirts -- one for myself, one to send as a gift to ''Gracie.''

For my final stop in Tampa I paid a visit to the Asian grocery market I'd frequented the first time I'd come to Tampa for my instructional classes, where I purchased a bottle of lychee-flavored sake, a tin of jasmine tea (to replace the one I'd accidentally given to my mother prior to leaving Virginia), a couple of packages of mochi, a few jars of furikake (even though they were $4/jar), and a huge bag of panko flakes, deciding against refrigerated items such as kim chee, due to the return-travel times/distances.

Just prior to starting the return trip, I was forced to fill the motorcycle's fuel tank, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that the gasoline chain I'd visited across from the shopping center alerted me to the fact that I could use ''Winn-Dixie'' 'fuel points' there and that I'd accumulated enough to qualify for a 10˘/gal. discount. I then made use of the GPS to guide me back taking an alternate route through Hillsborough County instead of crossing back over to St. Petersburg and through Pinellas County via ''US Highway 19.''

After returning to the apartment, I decided to investigate what I'd been informed of by the company I'd just applied with, and found that the second company in question did indeed advertise that they would be holding a ''job fair'' for the following day -- in an online posting which, by the time I'd accessed it, was ONLY SEVEN (7) HOURS OLD! (...And they somehow considered that to be reasonable ''advanced notice''???) So I twice submitted my résumé to the email address they'd provided, along with my contact information, in hopes of receiving a timely-enough response to let me know where and when they would be holding their job fair, and each time I got sent back a ''failure of delivery'' notice saying that the supplied email address the company had provided was ''blocked.'' In response to the résumé submission failure, I called the phone number they'd also included in their posting to explain the situation with the emails and to hopefully get a quick response on how to re-submit my résumé as well as get the required time-&-place details on the job fair, only to be redirected to ''voicemail.''

I did not receive a return call to the voicemail message I'd left from anyone associated with that second company until the very next morning (Thu., Apr. 21), but which I somewhat shamefully let it go to my own voicemail and decided to put off responding to their call until several hours later, which would upsettingly prove to have spared me an even more unwarranted waste of my time anyway, as the ''return number'' I'd been given to 'follow-up' on turned out to be the EXACT SAME NUMBER leading to the EXACT SAME VOICEMAIL of the EXACT SAME REPRESENTATIVE who likewise did not (or refused to) directly answer the call that I had encountered and had to deal with the previous afternoon! And calling back the number as it appeared on my ''caller ID'' display actually took me directly to the recorded ''national dispatch'' switchboard! As a result, I concluded that what I was encountering & dealing with was as clear of a sign as any that such a chaotic mess had to be typical of how their entire business model must operate (especially considering how frequently and prominently they keep putting out the word that they're always seemingly in need of help), and thus I made the decision to avoid (at least for the time being) any further pursuits with regard to that particular company.

Later in the afternoon I would hear the sound of rapidly draining water was seemed to be spilling into the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink, and sure enough there was a catastrophe to deal with, as the water in the sink was leaking from the base where the drainage unit connects to the sink basin, and I found myself having to wipe up the massive puddle of water that had accumulated on the floorboard of the cabinet-- which was thankfully prevented from seeping into the base due to the ''contact paper'' I'd lain --and emptying the contents of the bucket I kept stored underneath which seemed to have been in such a position to capture the greater bulk of the leaked water. I immediately informed the rental office about the situation, and they said they might be able to have somebody come by to assess the problem on Tuesday. But sure enough, throughout the remainder of the day/night, the problem could not be repeated, at least not to the same degree as before I'd reported the incident.

April 25 - 28, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

When daybreak Monday morning rolled around (Apr. 25) I immediately called the property manager as soon as their office hours began to instruct them to put a delay on having anyone sent out to check on the kitchen sink, explaining that since that leaking incident I'd called about I was unable to reproduce a similar scenario, so I informed them that I would continue on as normal while keeping watch on if/when the issue should re-occur.

Received a text message from my mother Tuesday afternoon (Apr. 26) saying she'd just read the last letter I'd sent to her, wherein I'd mentioned that I no longer required the framed posters I'd asked for because I'd since done my own thing, and said that she would get around to sending them, mistakenly assuming that I was trying to remind her to send them, along with the wall clock which I'd also mentioned was something I'd initially considered asking her for but decided against out of concern that it might seem somewhat ''greedy.'' I immediately sent a follow-up text in response explaining that the posters were no longer necessary.

I then wound up working from late in the evening on upwards to just past 08:10 the next morning (Wed., Apr. 27), having not been to sleep since some time after 13:00 Tuesday afternoon, to complete filling-in the the job application email attachment that had been sent to me on Friday morning (Apr. 22) by the same company I'd complained about receiving the runaround from  (ironically, just as I was including that very bit of additional information I'd forgotten to mention in the previous week's entry)  not long after I'd received a call from the same company representative I'd been needing to engage with who informed me that there was a second ''job fair'' being planned at the same location as the previous one they'd advertised that they had scheduled for Wednesday. But rather than trying to take advantage of the newly arrived morning to get as early a start on the interview process as I could, I'd opted instead to try to catch a couple short hours of lie-down rest so I would not have to concern myself with worry about possibly getting hit with fatigue later on in the day: as it would turn out, I would've missed that additional ''job fair'' anyway, had I chosen venture out earlier, because as part of a last-minute ''change of plans,'' I was informed that the location had been moved from the hospital to their own regional office in Tampa.

En route to the ''job fair,'' I first stopped off at the convenience mart in Tarpon Springs to pay the electric bill, then stopped off at ''Staples'' to transfer my completed email-attachment job application to paper medium and to copy an additional set to retain for myself as a future job application  ''cheat sheet,''  as these job applications nowadays-- and this one in particular --are mining for every single nugget of personal information right down to the individual genome sequence!

I found the company office without too much trouble, and there learned that their concept of ''job fair'' is not the same as the standard and commonly understood definition: rather, in their minds, a ''job fair'' being held at a designated location more accurately means: ''We're accepting job applications from individuals who are interested in working at this specific location.'' When my confusion about that became clear, it seemed to be the catalyst which opened an avenue for the discussion of a wider range options... especially when I expressed some apprehension upon the revelation that if I were to accept a position with the hospital, which was where they were placing a greater focus of their attentions at the time, that it would be quite commonplace for me to encounter and inevitably be directly affected by violence and violent behaviors.

On the way back to the apartment I had the GPS direct me along an alternative route which would place me on a path which would position me near the property management office so I could pay next month's rent en route; unfortunately, the office was already closed upon my arrival.

Around 23:40 later that night, I investigated the rustling noises occurring outside my kitchen window, expecting to see a cat prowling about, turned out to be an  armadillo,  which I had no idea even existed in Florida.

Received a follow-up call from the potential employer that I let go to voicemail Thursday morning (Apr. 28), whom I called back in the early afternoon, whereupon the representative on the line reaffirmed the information in the earlier recorded message that they'd like to consider me for the position at one of their local private school campuses that was discussed as an alternative option when I was with them in-office. A few hours later, I answered a return call from them and received more and updated information about the job offer along with a request to return to the office the next morning to begin filling out the important pre-hire paperwork.

April 29, 2016 (Friday)
23:50, Eastern Daylight Time

Left the apartment just shy past 11:00 to keep my employment application appointment, stopping off en route first at the post office to mail ''Gracie'' her T-shirt and then at the property management office to pay next month's rent.

There was a mountain of paperwork they'd required me to fill out (some of which was not truly relevant to the position they were considering me for), more form-filling for this type of work-- or any type of work, for that matter --than I'd ever been subjected to as part of a ''pre-hire'' process. I won't know anything for certain until their background checks on me pass muster.

Not long after I'd arrived back in town, just blocks away from the supermarket on Highway ''US-19'' where I'd planned to stop for some quick shopping for a limited number of items, a mini-van nearly clipped me (literally by about only three inches) as I was moving into the passing lane when the asswipe driving completely ignored my ''turn signal'' intention, which I'd confirmed with a test of all of my hazard lights on the motorcycle before I left the shopping center parking lot...  IRONICALLY  right after I'd presented such road hazards (vehicles dangerously weaving in-&-out of traffic, cutting it very close with the most minimal access room, all while disregarding any usage of turn signals prior to doing so) as the most prevalent ''Dangerous/Bad Driver'' practice particular to Floridians, or at the very least those drivers common to the ''Tampa Bay'' areas.

May 5, 2016 (Thursday)
23:45, Eastern Daylight Time

Finally received the follow-up call from the latest perspective employer around 16:00 this afternoon-- admittedly a few days earlier than I'd expected or anticipated --with confirmation that they had cleared my background check to satisfaction and requested that I return to their main office Friday morning to conclude the last remaining details prior to assignment.

Partially motivated by the employment news, partially by perceived remaining household deficiencies, I decided to loosen-up on some of the more determined restraints I'd held on my credit access in order to purchase a secondary electric frypan (to counterbalance any unnecessary wasteful energy usages from having to be pushed into using the oven or stove top as companion/backup cooking assistants which I'd been making a habit of avoiding anyway precisely because of the energy-consumption concerns), a pair of computer mice to replace the broken/defective items that had to be discarded over the past couple of weeks, as well as splurging needlessly on a ''full case'' (12 bags) of  ''Kona coffee''  in order to take advantage of a promotional offer that would, after all was said & done (with the inclusion of taxes/shipping/etc.), result in just slightly over  $13/item  vs. the normal $18/unit price, and finally giving in on purchasing a ''Blu-ray'' optical drive for the computer system, mainly over fears that it appears from all indications that ''Warner Brothers'' is going to screw the ''DVD'' market by limiting the ''extended/R-rated'' (''Ultimate Edition'') home-release versions of  ''BATMAN v SUPERMAN: Dawn of Justice''  to the ''Blu-ray/Hi-Def'' video formats.

May 6 - 8, 2016 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Arrived on site exactly on-time to complete the confirmation/preparatory phase with the new employer Friday morning (May 6)... was told that I'd be contacted after the weekend with more details & scheduling.

Rather than randomly running around after the meeting, I'd decided to return straight to the apartment, after a brief stop-in at ''Winn-Dixie'' for just a few items. Upon returning, I hung the decorative wind chime my mother had sent me, then hoped to get some enjoyment out of my replacement ''sports car'' computer mouse only to learn that the LED tracking light would not work, thereby deactivating the ''pointer'' feature: I contacted the seller (''Marketplace'' non-Amazon seller out of China) inquiring about a replacement unit.

Saturday morning (May 7) I tried to ''coffee-off'' a small migraine which later exploded into a full-on typical ill-fest, this time complimented with runny nasal issues, which lasted well into Sunday morning (May 8), keeping me bedridden for pretty much the entire time.

May 10, 2016 (Tuesday)
23:55, Eastern Daylight Time

Took an alternative route to my assigned worksite via Rowan Road in an attempt to keep the appointment I'd agreed to with the main office the previous afternoon, trusting the route as plotted out by  ''Yahoo! Maps''  (or whatever service sites like  ''Yelp''  are using), and somehow still managed to bypass my ''Tampa Road'' turn-off, finally resorting to GPS when I found myself at the access point of the ''Campbell Causeway,'' finally arriving shy of a quarter-hour past expected time, but since it was not an ''official'' on-the-clock situation (or at least I do not think it was) and was more of an ''introductory'' meeting it was really not such a huge issue.

On the return trip I'd again managed to forget where the turn-off to Rowan Road was, so had to return via ''US-Highway 19'' again. As I was to learn later, the ''Tampa Road'' turn-off I was supposed to have taken each time turned out to be at the same spot (''Tarpon Lake Canal'') where I caught a brief glimpse of an alligator floating in the middle of the body of water: because of the inconvenient location and the heavy traffic flow I was unable to pull to a stop and gawk like a noob.

Also during the return trip I learned that perhaps I genuinely was the one who was at fault for the near collision mentioned late last month (April 29), as I almost could've had a repeat performance had it not been for my determination to exercise extra caution & alertness to my surroundings prior to attempting any lane changes: it seemed that I'd fallen into the habit of ''sitting rigid'' and putting-off on my typical ''forward-leaning'' mirror checks.

Decided to cycle through more images of ''African-themed'' female images (mostly silhouetted drawings) that I wanted to consider for additional wall poster art projects.

Still not fully ready to call it a day/night, I decided to take the motorcycle out for a night ride with really no place in mind planned, eventually pulling into ''KMart,'' again with really nothing intended, but figuring I'd likely pick something up while inside, settling on a couple of bottles of eye drops, which I've been without forever.

May 12 - 15, 2016 (Thursday-Sunday)
''Extended Weekend in Review''

Was scheduled to the assigned worksite for a series of several days of on-site training beginning Thursday afternoon (May 12) and not letting up until a quarter-hour past Midnight, only to be told to return just seven and a half hours later (Friday morning, May 13). I retrieved my delivered  ''Blu-ray'' optical drive  en route as I was returning to the apartment.

The next scheduled work shift (Fri.) had me standing literally for the duration of the the entire workday, and by the time I'd returned to the apartment my upper calfs, the back of my knees, and the lower insides of my thighs felt as though someone was slicing carving knives through them.

I'd installed the new optical drive after I'd returned from the work day that afternoon, but did not involve myself with testing out the ''free player'' software I'd downloaded about a week earlier  (''Leawo Blu-ray Player'')  until the following morning (Sat., May 14) before having to return in the afternoon for the next work shift, which would again last all the way until a quarter 'til Midnight.

My coffee order was waiting for me when I checked the P.O. Box on the return trip to the apartment, pumping the air out of all but four of the bags and placing them inside zip-lock bags before storing them away in the freezer, which left me one zip-lock bag short, thus postponing the storage of the remaining units.

When I woke up on my own later in the morning (Sun., May 15), it was at exactly 8:00 -- 45 minutes past the time that I was scheduled to be on site for my final day of workplace familiarity & training. I immediately called the supervisor on-duty and explained that I had set the alarm clock time but I had failed to ''activate'' the alarm: I would arrive on site somewhere around 10:45 -- still unable to comprehend how a trip that is supposedly roughly less than 25 miles still requires at least a full hour to complete the distance, regardless of which route I take.

May 16 - 19, 2016 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Monday (May 16) marked the beginning of my first ''official'' day on the new job schedule, which had already been established even prior to the ''training/introduction'' week, but I'd also been told that I would be receiving an adjusted ''regular'' work week on the subsequent schedule which would cater more to my frequently stated desired preferences.

Prior to leaving for work on that day however, I'd experienced start-up (or more accurately, ''non-start'') problems with the primary computer system, which came almost as no surprise as I'd had a gnawing gut suspicion the previous night that something would likely go screwy with the system immediately after I would have approved the downloading & application of the latest list of ''system updates'' from  ''Microsoft,''  which was something I thought I was preparing for by creating a ''system restore point'' prior to actual execution -- yet, in an ironic, almost seemingly conspiratorial twist, no part of the file system could be accessed to even allow me to recall the system back-up & revert to the previous restore point. All finally became clear as I attempted to make repairs by navigating through the installation disk, but just the disc loading was somehow in an of itself enough to clear-up whatever was preventing the system from restarting.

On Tuesday (May 17), after a considerable rainstorm had passed through, I was treated to my first ever live view of a  ''Rosette Spoonbill,''  which I was not aware ventured this far upstate, who seemed to be working in unison with another crane or crane-like water fowl which I could not identify. It was also on this day that I brought to work with me a $13 tray of the worst pad thai I'd ever experienced which I'd purchased just a few blocks away from the worksite: not only were the noodles tough as nails and the sauce too sweet, but for what they called ''shrimp'' pad thai only contained THREE (3) tail-on shrimp! (Good thing I'm not a ''Yelper''... I'm just sayin'.)

Picked up on Wednesday (May 18) what I thought would be the final set of poster frames for the remaining images I'd planned to translate into wall hangings, only to discover to my disappointment that I had accidentally ordered the sizes  way too big  of 24'' x 36'' when my intention was to do a repeat in the sizes of 18'' x 24''.

Went to the ''expected-but-not-really-mandatory'' meeting we had all been instructed to attend at the jobsite Thursday afternoon (May 19), being one of only one other ''low-ranking'' person to have attended: as a result of the weak showing, the scheduling manager who had called the meeting said he would compensate us a full hour's presence for what eventually became a barely 15-minute chat session.

Prior to the trip back, I took the opportunity to revisit ''Ybor City,'' did the ''New York New York'' pizza-by-the-slice thing again, then went back to the T-Shirt shop in hopes of finding a couple of items, particularly something for my mother, but again finding that anything that looked even remotely interesting was always somehow ''mismatched,'' badly stained, or, in the instance of a ''hoodie'' I'd really would've gone for to send to Mom, lacking in availability across a reasonable range of sizes, so on this trip, unlike my last visit, I refused to just settle and walked out of the store without making even so much as a ''just buy something/anything; don't leave empty-handed'' purchase out of some seeming 'obligation.'

And finally, the trips I'd taken along Interstates ''4'' and ''275'' have convinced me once and for all that everybody whom I've ever spoken with since I've been here who have non-sarcastically expressed to me that Florida drivers are the worst in the country are indeed correct, if the driving practices of the Tampa Bay areas-- especially in & around the larger cities --are a reliable gauge to go by! These are by far the most careless, disregarding, and unconcerned vehicle operators I think I've encountered anywhere, including impatient-assed horn-leaning Central New Jerseyites!

May 20 - 22, 2016 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Finished out my first "official'' work week with the new job/jobsite over the Friday (May 20) & Saturday (May 21) weekend, regrettably arriving a half-hour late on the final day, again as a result of having neglected to set the alarm to awaken me.

After work on Friday I stopped off at ''Staples'' office supply store to inquire about applying for their discount/membership card ahead of submitting my final poster art print jobs, then shuffled a few doors down to ''Dollar Tree'' for a few food items, particularly to stock up on any bottles of the 8.4 oz. sizes of  ''Martinelli's''  'Sparkling Grape Juice' they might've had available at that location, subsequently purchasing all of what they had had stocked on their shelves at the time (amounting to 19 bottles total) in order to make up for having not taken similar advantage of another plentiful availability when I'd made an earlier purchase of a few bottles of both the ''grape juice'' and ''apple cider'' varieties during a stop into the store located on ''Florida State Highway 54'' only to find all the ''grape'' versions completely sold out during a return visit a few days afterward when the main intention was to purchase a second broom and a floor mop (I would experience some disappointment upon learning that unlike the 'sparkling apple cider,' which claimed to be 100% pure unadulterated apple juice, the 'sparkling grape juice' varieties were carbonated water and reconstituted concentrates).

After the Saturday work day, along with independently exploring another alternative route back from my jobsite in Tampa, I made the decision to go on a hiking tour of the ''James E. Grey Preserve,'' in large part due to the fact that I'd brought my camera to work with me with the hope of capturing images of some of the aquatic bird life that seemed to be a regular feature at the jobsite. As far as actual ''wildlife'' was concerned, there was not much noticeable activity taking place at the preserve, finding myself engaging more in surreptitiously photo/video documenting much of the  human  activities I'd observed taking place there.

Was greeted with what I'd somehow already knew to suspect on Sunday morning (May 22) when upon deciding to finally get around to opening the box of pancake mix I'd had shipped to Florida ahead of myself in order to make a batch of waffles for the first time since having arrived here I discovered that the completely unopened package had been infested with those infuriating joy-killing  flour mites  which I suspect gnawed the several tiny holes into the interior bag that were discovered in order to gain access, forcing me to completely change my mind all over again about whether or not to repeal my seemingly paranoid and obsessive habit of storing flours & other grain-derived box/bag packaged items in the freezer out of my desire to free-up precious freezer space.

May 25, 2016 (Wednesday)
16:30, Eastern Daylight Time

Received a pre-Midnight call last night ''reminding'' me that I was scheduled to come in to work, which I disputed, explaining that the last time I had been shown the schedule when I was last at the job site it showed that I was not due again until later today; first it would be suspected, then later confirmed after I'd arrived at the job and investigated all of the available documentation, that what had occurred was that before I'd left the jobsite the last time I'd been shown an updated schedule which I had assumed was part of a last-minute readjustment (which seemed like a reasonable assumption, given all of the seasonable changes at the site, a new supervisor, etc.) that had supplanted the one which I was being told was still in effect when in fact the latest schedule I'd been shown was for the following week.

The after-work ride back to the apartment was an unnerving experience: first, I'd thought I'd forgotten my wallet, which had me worrying what would happen if it should've turned out that I did not quite have enough in the motorcycle's fuel tank to complete the return trip, then while actually on the road had to keep fighting off barely controllable impending episodes of  microsleep. When I finally did arrive back to the residence I was disturbed to find that I could not locate my wallet anywhere inside the apartment, not even after digging through the trash in the dumpster that I'd tossed out last night, but finally uncovered it with a deeper search inside the motorcycle.

May 31, 2016 (Tuesday)
23:30, Eastern Daylight Time

Due to feeling very tired and lethargic since ''pau hana time'' Sunday, I was incapable of pulling myself together to address things that needed to be done both inside and outside of the apartment until late this morning / early this afternoon. I began by first paying my Internet bill online, then went to the convenience store on ''Alt. US-19'' to pay my electric bill with the added intention of purchasing a couple bottles of tea drinks and to fill my motorcycle's gas tank, only to discover that I'd inadvertently left my wallet at the apartment, which thereby prevented me from continuing on to ''Staples'' to place the print order on the new set of African-inspired images I'd intended to enlarge to complete my my wall art collection. I instead returned to the apartment to retrieve my wallet then continued on to pay next month's rent, where upon arrival at the property management office I took note that on their board of available rental listings that the requested rent for the remaining empty unit at our apartment complex was requiring an additional $25/month than what's contracted on my lease, for an apartment that is 100% identical to all of the other units in every way, leading me to interpret that bit of information as an indication that I should expect a similar increase reflected in my renewed lease application.

Before returning to the apartment for the remainder of the day, I stopped into the ''Walmart'' on Florida Highway 54 to see if they had in stock the style & size of inexpensive poster frames they had advertised on their website (because their trash website refused to retain my ''Make This My Store'' location preference so that I could check in-store availability of items), plus to purchase a compact sewing kit (eventually getting two of different types - one for home, the other to store in the motorcycle for just-in-case emergency back-up) and hoping to find any T-shirts, sweaters, etc., promoting ''Tampa Bay'' to send to my mother in lieu of the Ybor City snafu (even deciding to bother with Walmart at all mainly because I had absolutely no desire to venture on out to Hudson just so I could patronize ''Kmart'').

Because of the virtually incapacitating depression & lethargy of the previous several days, I'd decided to further postpone changing the oil in my motorcycle, eventually deciding that perhaps I'd do well to hold off for a while anyway, waiting until I've finally been assured & adapted to my ''permanent'' ''regular'' working schedule which is (finally) officially supposed to begin this week.

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