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At some point during this period the place where I work resorted to discontinuing the practice of supplying cases of bottled water for their maintenance/housekeeping crew, of which I'd routinely grab a few for myself as I'm incapable of drinking this nasty-tasting Tampa Bay municipal water. I was still able to find a workaround due to the fact that they still provided ''water cooler'' stations of the same brand of delivered water in certain areas, which I was still able to take advantage of by refilling the original individual water bottles I'd been smart enough not to discard by the time I'd realized what was happening.
Due to their inability to make reasonable contacts with me or offering details on how to submit my premiums, I'd allowed my ''dental plan'' to expire unused.
And ''My Cherry'' from NYC had re-established email contact with me: I would learn that she'd finished her schooling, was now in a new relationship (married) and had since relocated to California with her new boo.
June 1, 2019 (Saturday)
As if to make-up for the fact that I'd somehow inexplicably deactivated my alarm which resulted in my late arrival to work, I similarly had to remain over afterward due to issues my own relief person was having, though for not nearly as long of a wait.
After work I did some quick shopping at a ''Walmart'' grocery outlet'' for the first time ever, then picked-up a few more items at a different ''Publix'' en route.
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
23:25, Eastern Daylight Time
June 2, 2019 (Sunday)
Concluded my ''weekend shopping'' at the Mass. St. ''Winn-Dixie'' after work, completing my previously intended purchases of canned pineapple and raisin bread along with a couple of packages of ''yellow maize tortillas,'' despite the latter's not being on sale, which I'd been unrelentingly waiting on for over the past several months -- these purchases filling out pretty much all I'd initially planned on gathering together (all of which I'd failed to mention in the previous journal entry due to my being pushed uncomfortably against the clock), which included the dish-washing soap I was looking for at ''Home Depot'' (the ''Walmart'' grocery outlet'' purchase), plus bread and several varieties of salsa which was an ''impulse buy'' (since I could find nothing else either on sale or ''fruit-based'') and my very first time ever purchasing a ''Newman's Own'' food product (the ''Publix'' purchases). During the ''Walmart'' visit I'd determined that it should become my new go-to location for whenever I desire bananas, as they're priced a decent 10-cents less per pound than the other shopping alternatives; and at ''W-D'' I'd made what I've determined will be my absolute FINAL time of purchasing (and ''consuming'') ''sweet pastries'' of any kind, as I've now come to a decision to actively monitor and control my sugar intake.
13:40, Eastern Daylight Time
June 7 - 9, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Southbound vehicular traffic was turned around by a police blockade near the ''Lansbrook'' section of East Lake Road on Saturday (Jun. 8) due to their response to what the traffic directing officer claimed was a ''bad accident'' which appeared to have occurred about a good 1/4-mile further ahead in the distance -- so I was forced to double-back for three miles to connect on the nearest alternative route via ''Keystone/Tarpon'' and on through to ''Gunn Highway'' in order to get to work, naturally arriving past check-in time, whereas prior to the disruption I'd anticipated at least a ten-minutes ahead-of-time arrival.
Having lucked-out by not getting caught in any of the rain during any of my ''jobsite-bound'' travels, I was much less fortunate in the ''return-trip'' portions of my ventures, being forced to absorb and hang-dry my work clothes two days in a row, the second incident of which (Sun., Jun. 9) resulting in my oversleeping a half-hour past my clock-in time because of having inadvertently left my cell phone-- which I use as my primary ''alarm'' time piece --inside one of the compartments of my motorcycle where I'd placed it in an attempt to protect it from the rain... because of which I'd arrived on the job site over an hour and a half later than my scheduled start time.
I'd also retrieved my delivered ''Blu-ray'' optical drive Saturday and was appalled by the bare-bones padding & packaging of the unit, but testing it out proved that it was functional (which in reality gives me little confidence as the one being replaced similarly ''worked'' initially before it inexplicably didn't).
On Sunday I'd called my mother to get a sense of what might have been behind her uncharacteristic (albeit refreshing) ''quiet spell.'' As I'd partially suspected, my new ''Outlook'' email ID-name had largely thrown her off when I sent a ''text'' message from that account. It was during this conversation that she also revealed to me that the seeming sense of pride ''Gracie'' had imparted to me regarding her finally turning her attention to clearing out and cleaning her apartment (which she had informed me of in a recent email wherein she'd also celebrated her weight loss and recent job promotion) had actually been motivated by a threat of eviction from the property manager following one of their inspections.
Weekend in Review''
June 14 - 16, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Somehow managed to have lost a day during the week, having spent nearly every available moment throughout the entirety of the week sorting, resorting, and modifying my collection of ''cunnilingus-themed'' meme images that had been serving initially as the ''desktop wallpapers'' and ''screensaver images'' on my laptop which I'd decided to duplicate and use as part of the replacement tower system, most of which required all sorts of resizing and altering in order to match the needs of the newer larger monitor screen (...we simply must have our ''priorities'' straight, right?).
I rode up on an Eastern Screech Owl when arriving & parking at my jobsite Friday (Jun. 14) -- the first time in my life having ever witnessed an owl of any kind in a real life experience. Initially, I'd thought that I might've been seeing one of those huge toads hopping directly in front of me, rather than what it turned out to be, to my amazement, having hopped briefly in front of my motorcycle as I was parking, barely a meter in front of me, before it flitted off into the nearest tree just to the left of it.
Some ''idjit'' decided to try to ignore me on my motorcycle on Saturday (Jun. 15) as I was signaling for a left turn onto Rowan Road following making a few item purchases at the ''Dollar Tree'' after returning from work, pretending (?) not to have seen me and/or understood what my intentions were and tried to crowd me out of the ''median-separated'' turn, almost side swiping me. I was ALMOST hoping that (s)he would have come into contact with me in what was such a clear violation of Right-of-Way and could've easily led to a ''vehicular fault'' claim.
Weekend in Review''
June 20 - 23, 2019 (Thursday-Sunday)
Tried testing the functionality of the old supposedly faulty computer's motherboard Thursday (Jun. 20) by connecting the power supply unit from the ''flat bed'' intel-based system, managing to call-up the chipset ''welcoming screen'' the first several times, only for things to go bye-bye as soon as I'd tried to get it to boot from a ''Linux Mint'' ISO I'd downloaded onto my USB thumb drive, as I was incapable of booting from, or accessing, the hard drive from the ''ebay'' private seller purchase. So ultimately, in the end, I'm no clearer about whether everything actually still does work and it's problems were merely connected to the pair of lemon hard drives I'd put inside of the unit or if there was actually more beyond that which were causing all or most of those earlier complications.
Without really expecting it, yet still hopeful nonetheless, I'd managed to snatch a worn panty from the swimming pool's women's locker room Saturday (Jun. 22) , which had been tossed among other related items into the ''Lost & Found'' basket, which had been found still fitted with a maxi pad which appeared to be of a ''post-flow/all-done'' nature.
After returning from work Sunday (Jun. 23) I'd inadvertently knocked off one of the growing papayas from my garden tree while trying to rip away a yellow dying leaf... so this will reveal whether or not the detached young green fruit will continue to ripen even at such an early stage of removal from the main plant. Also took note that one of the fruits on my ''Early Girl'' was beginning to ripen, and that the smaller seemingly dormant ''Macaque Peach'' was finally beginning to branch outward.
''Extended Weekend in Review''
June 24 - 27, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
As suspected would happen, I was confronted by my supervisor while at work Monday (Jun. 24) wanting to inquire about my ability to work additional days/hours in response to the oldest member of our crew's most recent injury (which had incurred about two weeks prior) which seems will be knocking him off of our scheduling roster indefinitely. According to one of the more seasoned members of our crew, the near-death injury that he'd sustained had resulted from an attempt to take out trash whereupon he'd lost his balance and fell, shattering his ribs plus other sustained injuries (this following hip surgery following another fall during the previous year), and he was only performing this task supposedly because of a ''girlfriend'' he's been living with who insisted that he would not be permitted to live with her unless he was ''working.''
A few hours after having returned from work I took notice of someone from the property management office removing the key safe from the door hanging upon the next door apartment, suggesting that it would not be remaining vacant for much longer.
Thursday (Jun. 27) had me faced with the dying illumination in one of the lower corners of my cell phone, causing me some concern, especially since my next ''service renewal'' deadline is the end of July.
''Week in Review''
July 1, 2019 (Monday)
The ''smooch-up snake'' of our work crew finally got another of his opportunities to reveal his scaly treacherous self by surreptitiously leaving electronic notes for our site supervisor (and possibly others?) following an accidental deletion of a email/text log that contained some minor bits of (mostly irrelevant) information from earlier in the day yesterday which "seemed" to have occurred during an attempt on my part to eject and remove my personal USB thumb drive from the office computer, not even certain if that had even contributed to the blip at all or if it had even occurred at that same moment or at an earlier time. Regardless, he saw this as a perfect opportunity to pounce and blow it up into this big ''removable-from-jobsite violation'' issue along with the requisite alarmist language and terminology for the purposes of delivering an emotionally manipulating impact. And even though I'm not necessarily calling his response (as over the top as it may have been) incorrect ''in principle'' in accordance with the official rules, the irony was still not lost upon me that it was directly because of this same co-crew member's riding my ass about me bringing my laptop to the jobsite to work on my own little side projects while he and virtually everybody else who's part of our crew see absolutely no hypocrisy in burying their faces in their ''tablets'' and ''smart phones'' watching movies, playing video games, etc. for their own personal moments of distraction which was the driving factor in my decision to begin utilizing the jobsite devices in the first place, and I explained this to our supervisor when he confronted me about the issue when he arrived on site. And as this current supervisor (according to what I'd been told by many of the other ''long-timers'') is almost nothing at all like the previous supervisor who'd resigned just prior to this supervisor's arrival as a new employee at right about the same time as I came onto the team-- the former supervisor being someone this particular co-worker was said to be blatantly notorious for sticking his nose deep up that supervisor's bum (and who supposedly was deeply upset that for all of his brown-nosing for over a decade he'd still managed to be passed-over for the supervisory position himself) --his dirty little tactic backfired hard in that our supervisor merely asked about the situation, somewhat understood where I was coming from, simply ''advised'' me not to ever plug anything in any of the on-site computers due to possible safety concerns, and eventually said he'd review our official policy regarding on-site system usage and would even inquire of our higher-ups for more & better clarification, ultimately more-or-less giving me ''verbal approval'' to bring my laptop to the worksite with me during my scheduled work times.
As dusk was approaching I finally worked-up the motivation to wash & wax the motorcycle, especially as the rains seem to have subsided substantially enough.
23:55, Eastern Daylight Time
July 3, 2019 (Wednesday)
Two straight days of trying to figure out why I was unable to get the old former ''XP'' computer to power-up from the supply box that came with the ''custom'' configuration despite having been able to get it going using the supply box from the ''secondary'' HP refurb. I've been trying to determine if the system still has working potential so that I could try to sell it through ''Craig's List'' on that ''still operational'' basis rather than as a ''parts'' computer. In either case, I now consider it time to begin trying to reconfigure the ''fully customized'' system, but I'm beginning to rethink the whole notion of setting it up strictly as a ''Linux-based'' system and am giving more consideration to the idea of utilizing the second internal hard as a ''snapshot'' back-up for my ''Windows 7'' files & programs as an back-up alternative to producing a complete ''clone'' of the replacement ''primary'' system, as a ''just in case of full system failure'' contingency measure.
21:30, Eastern Daylight Time
July 5 - 7, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Took a brief look outside for a weather-check Friday (Jul. 5) and noticed a key safe hanging about the door knob of the southeast corner apartment (the unit next door to Kelly where that interracial hoodlum couple and their spawn had resided), indicating that unit as now being vacant and available. It didn't even seem like [t]he[y]'d actually been there for a full year, but retracing my journal entries did confirm that a full year had indeed elapsed prior to the unit becoming vacant again. (The odd thing is that Kelly had once informed me that the man who was residing there had shared with her that he had already resided in one of these units once before and had supposedly met his wife[?] girlfriend[?] here who had also been residing in a different unit during a concurrent time period.)
Toward the end of my workshift on Saturday (Jul. 6) I was presented with the opportunity to steal another lacy Victoria's Secret ''PINK'' panty which still carried a light perfumed fragrance that was partially masking a subtle vagina aroma which I'd ''catnipped'' on for about a good 3-5 minutes before replacing them in the unsecured locker where I'd discovered them, as they were of yet another undesirable ''thong'' design.
After returning from work I noticed one of the branches on my papaya tree had been snapped and hanging, but saw no evidence of anything ''natural'' having been responsible for the damage. When I went back out to examine the situation further I'd also spotted a tiny slender papaya fruit lying in the dirt under the tree, showing partial signs of ripening -- the only fruit from the tree to thus far display any sort of ripening process.
''Weekend in Review''
July 12 - 14, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Taking a new set of pictures of my garden on Friday (Jul. 12) I came upon another recent pile of dog $#!T close by. In response to this, since I'd already had the camera out, I decided to video-document the incident and attach the file to an email to the property management office, but not until after feeling pushed to leave a voice message on their answering system since their ''email'' link on their sorry-ass web page did absolutely nothing but kept redirecting back to their crappy-ass ''homepage,'' only managing to secure their email address as part of their pre-recorded answering machine greeting message -- pissed at the knowledge that no one would even be back in the office until Monday, and even then, without any ''tangible evidence'' to support me in identifying the culprits [ir]responsible for the ass-licking animal they allow to keep dumping freely in our yard, I really don't expect much, if anything, to be done about it in response, but I felt they needed to know in any case, especially since Kelly is so unwilling to report whenever anybody here commits any sort of violation which affects our comfort and wellbeing.
Found (and stole) another panty from work Saturday (Jul. 13) in the same locker room from which I stole the most recent one: this one a plain solid hot-pink/near-red ''Fruit of the Loom'' nylon number that had been left with black leggings when both articles of clothing had been pulled off together at the same time, because of which I was hoping to get a rich wafting of pussy aroma, but neither item bore any sort of lingering scent of womanness.
''Weekend in Review''
June 22 - 25, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
Left work after an extended shift Monday (Jun. 22) to a symphony of mishaps.
First I had to double-back for my ''stealth'' water jug after realizing that I did not have it inside my motorcycle's underseat compartment when I pulled in to get refueled.
The next scheduled stop was intended to be the ''Walmart'' grocery market en route, only to realize following my trip to retrieve the water jug that the location of the market preceded the gas station. I'd originally gone with the intention of purchasing more bananas, plus, after having been corrupted by lifting their commercially-produced snacks from the jobsite a few times, a variety of boxes of ''Chex,'' only to include a variety of ''Cheerios,'' making it the first time for me ever eating cold cereal since I can't remember how long it had been prior to my leaving Hawaii. While there I also decided to purchase a few fresh produce items. I was disturbed to learn during check-out that the entire system was set-up as a ''self-service'' operation (something I'd not realized during my the first time visit), but the lady at the ''customer service'' help desk was gracious enough to check me through.
The realization of just how much I'd over-purchased occurred in the parking lot as I was attempting to pack and arrange things around inside the compartment and strapping what little I could not manage onto the handlebars -- it was during this time that I'd lost control of my ''lunch kit'' bag and it fell to the ground, yet again shattering another coffee/tea mug along with one of the individual plastic bottles of water.
After dropping off that first batch of groceries I finally gathered together my (miniscule) tax return check and the $60 cash I'd had on hand, which included the $20 my mother had mailed me back whenever, and deposited them before continuing on to do my next round of grocery shopping at ''Publix,'' then doing another grocery drop-off before finishing-up on my shopping trips at the ''Winn-Dixie.''
When I finally sorted and stored everything away, I then ate my first couple of bowls of cereal for the first time in only God remembers how many years, risking all sorts of diarrheal cramps. I'd incorporated bananas, blueberries, and blackberries -- the latter of which I was to realize I had practically no palate for in their unadulterated form.
I also discovered that my next door neighbor's heavy usage of her air conditioning unit was causing condensation sweating on my side of the bedroom wall, making it not only wet and runny but also slimy and contributing to apparent mold growth, forcing me to open the windows in the south-half rooms to allow outside air to circulate to act as a natural dehumidifier... or such was the hope.
Got hit with a migraine Tuesday Morning (Jun. 23) that had decided to linger with me well into Thursday Morning (Jun. 25) , seeming to be dissipating periodically only to keep reviving itself, especially whenever I'd attempted to ''sleep it off.'' Even the early Thursday morning walk to the Post Office (supposedly to circulate some fresh air into my lungs) to retrieve my ''SHAZAM'' DVD did not aid my ailment much, until I'd decided to try the ''strong dark coffee'' technique again in hopes that that might work.
Finally began feeling well enough to get around to doing a portion of my backlog of laundry, being that I'd officially run out of any clean work clothes.
Toward the close of the night I discovered that one of the red onions I'd purchased at ''Walmart'' was moldy and had pretty much gone bad, recalling to mind how my mother would always complain about the sorry quality of fresh produce she'd purchase at a Walmart store... perhaps making this my own wake-up call about this as well.
''Week in Review''
July 26 - 30, 2019 (Friday-Tuesday)
Spent about, if not over, four hours, beginning very early in the A.M., Friday (Jul. 26) trying to locate and install a ''software crack'' for an alternative ''Blu-ray'' disc player program following the discovery that the faulty playback issues I'd been experiencing using the ''Cyberlink PowerDVD'' program were the result of the installed software itself and not part of any ''hardware'' or ''processor'' issue(s) when the same problem was found to be affecting of my currently operating machines (the ''ebay'' tower and the working laptop). So I'd spent the bulk of that time trying unsuccessfully to access a site which would link to direct download server without any misdirects or hoop-jumping redirects for the Corel ''WinDVD Pro 12,'' again for the purpose of having a stand-alone player that did not require an established internet connection in order to play Blu-ray disc media, and of the VERY FEW links I could locate without all of the needless and frustrating loopdy-loops and jumping around all over the place I could get NONE of them to install properly or acknowledge the crack licensing keys.
Later in the day I tried to access a couple more ''lesser-known'' full-suite alternatives which posed similar downloading problems as with the ''WinDVD'' version,
During the day I was faced with more confirmation of my earlier lament to Kelly about this apartment complex [quote] ''Going to the Dogs'' [unquote] when I happened to look out through the bedroom window and observe ''Tammy,'' my new next-door neighbor, walking up with a big-ass Pit Bull-mix dog, which turned out to be more audibly bothersome than the previous occupant's animal.
After returning from work Saturday (Jul. 27) I took note of the sign of the first (still attached) papaya of the season beginning to show signs of ripening. Although my genuine desire was to leave it on to continue for an additional day before pulling it down, my suspicions about whether or not it would still be there when I came back for it moved me to pluck it a day earlier than I would've preferred.
Called my mother after returning inside, while I was in the process of prepping my ''work meals'' to cover for the next several days -- we stayed on talking for a total of about two and a half hours. I was disappointed to learn after the conversation that she had still not figured out how to access the ''Gmail'' account I'd established for her three weekends prior and had finally informed her about and provided her with all the access information the previous weekend... learning this as I was sending her a ''Who?Tube'' link to the full playlist of Ali A. Mazrui's BBC/PBS documentary series from the 1980s, ''THE AFRICANS: A Triple Heritage'' which I'd discussed with her during our conversation.
Detoured to our local ''Walmart'' on the trip back from work Sunday (Jul. 28) to finally make use of that $100 gift card, mainly for a ''tracfone'' contract card, as I was literally right on the deadline of needing it to be renewed. I had intended to do so the previous day after work, but I choked on it and delayed it for an additional day because I'd forgotten that it was not required to have the ''bonus minutes'' promotional code with me at the time of purchase.
Back at the apartment complex, as I was in the process of bringing my stuffs inside, I had a run-in with my next door neighbor, ''Tammy,'' who was coming outside to walk that dog of hers. We had actually started engaging in quite the conversation, mostly about topics related to our home-lives & travel histories. Kelly came out to join in the convo when the boyfriend from the south-end of my apartment row was returning from walking his equally-sized Pit-dog and the two animals began ''loudly'' interacting, so that brought the residents of four apartments total all out in one gathering, despite the fact that, according to Kelly, the red-dyed shaved-temples mother of the little boy on the south-end and herself are always finding themselves at bitter odds with each other.
At some point in the discussion of the condition of our particular apartment units when we'd moved in, Tammy invited me inside of hers to show me some of what she was referencing. We continued to talk, still mostly revolving around our apartments, the property management people, etc., until there was a point in the convo wherein I was explaining how after a lot of misdirection from those ''apartment-hunter'' online websites I'd learned about these apartments by utilizing ''Craig's List'' -- which I took advantage of a ''seemingly'' organic way of announcing my love of ''Pussy Eating'' and how that was the sole purpose I'd ever used that service up until I found myself being ''panicked'' into using it to try to find housing in the area, ''hoping'' that the info might plant a little bit of a seed that could possibly lead to her wondering about it and perhaps even inquiring about the possibility of having a chance encounter.
After a long nap (not really sleep, despite how near-dead tired I'd felt beforehand) I decided to give it another go in my online ''crackdown'' hunt to try to acquire an alternative ''stand-alone'' full Blu-ray disc-playing suite that did not REQUIRE a connection to the Internet. I almost thought I'd finally found one, which did NOT involve downloading a ''crack'' code but utilized a time-limited registration code provided ''FREE'' by the developing company, which actually DID work, although all of the pertinent information associated with it was written in German. Upon extensive testing however, it turned out to be just like the ''Leawo'' player, making an 'Internex' mandatory for use with Blu-ray discs, so for the time being I regretfully installed that one plus reacquired the ''Leawo'' version to test against each other for Blu-ray playback to determine which one would be the better of the pair to keep around to establish as the back-up program for those times when ''PowerDVD'' takes the piss or until I actually have no choice but to use the ''Cyberlink'' program in those cases when I'm completely incapable of being connected to the Inter-Webs.
Also, because of ''crashing'' and ''non-loading'' conflicts I'd been having with other players except Cyberlink PowerDVD whenever I'd try to play my DVD of ''The Monolith Monsters,'' I also decided to reinstall ''GOM Player'' ... all of this totally defeating my purpose of trying to keep my latest collection of installed media players ''streamlined'' and at a minimum. ''GOM Player'' alerted me that it had required a certain type of ''plug-in'' in order for my ''Monolith'' DVD to function properly within its program's environment, and I had hoped that this would've proved the solution to the crashing/unreading issues I'd been having with the other video playback softwares, but such was not the case, so there was no solution to the problem.
While attempting to upload this weekend's journal entry throughout the day & night I'd keep hitting a snag with an error page announcement proclaiming that the ''Lycos/Angelfire'' website(s) was/were (inexplicably) inaccessible, forcing my delay of the online posting either until Monday... OR until whenever-- or ''if-ever'' --access to the webzone returns.
Tuesday Morning (Jul. 30) I decided to make another potted plant run for a few things to help fill-in the new empty patch areas in my garden, deciding this time to do my shopping at ''Lowe's'' rather than ''Home Depot,'' as I was determined to personally boycott the latter following hearing the news that the owner/CEO/whateverthefuck had smugly announced that he was supporting and donating to Donald J. Chump's re-election campaign. Unfortunately, the selection at Lowe's was limited to just tomato and pepper plants and herbs, and had no ''seed pack'' display(s) that I could readily discern... so believing Lowe's to be somewhat behind the times, I gave in and re-visited Home Depot, but again found a similarly limited stock situation (I was at least hoping to acquire a second Japanese eggplant, maybe even another okra attempt, but there was nothing different from what was being offered in Lowe's selection). So I wound-up purchasing a couple of variety of supposedly ''heat-tolerant'' tomato plants and an elongated variety of red bell pepper, an extra bag of plant food, and a packet each of burgundy beans and multi-colored carrots, hoping they'll sprout & grow this late in the season. (I'd also learned during these visits that the pepper plant I'd purchased accidentally a while back, because someone had mislabeled them as a bell pepper, is called a ''Serrano'' chili pepper.)
While planting my new additions, I'd developed a huge rip in my favorite ''Hawaii Baggy'' pants. Rather than shamefully postponing what I was doing in order to change clothes, I instead welcomed the incident as an excuse to allow all of my genitalia package to slip completely out during those ''deep squatting'' moments, risking being spotted, even though it seemed the only person still on site was Kelly, who was inside her apartment doing whatever if anything. I really hated losing that particular set of pants to irreparable damage.
Prior to leaving for the shopping trip, and after returning, I'd come to discover that the alternative Blu-ray Disc playing software for which I'd found a link for downloading a legitimate ''free'' (temporarily valid for one year?) registration code from the software company does indeed require an Internet connection to access the playable data on a Blu-ray disc, but apparently it simultaneously stores information from the disc that's readable by the software program that allows the disc to subsequently be played at any time thereafter without the absolute requirement of being connected online each and every time (as is the case with the ''Leawo'' player) -- my only real issue with the software remaining being the fact that even though it's a ''plug-once & play-anytime'' program, it does not support ''interactive disc menus.''
''Weekend and Mid-Week in Review'' (site posting delay)
August 5 - 8, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
I requested an early departure from my jobsite Monday (Aug. 5) for the purpose of updating my work permit from the State, which I felt I was delaying too much against the impending renewal deadline.
Despite believing that I'd correctly plotted out the most direct route to the official intake facility, I still managed to overshoot what should've been my turn-off and didn't begin to fully realize it until I was some 13-miles beyond where I should've exited. Then once back on track I still managed to get disoriented regarding where I was, due in large part to the fact that there were areas and features I absolutely could not recall from the depths of my memory having ever encountered or been consciously aware of, regardless of the fact that my last presence in the area was nearly two years prior. At one point I was forced off the road to seek relative shelter from a (thankfully) brief passing squall.
After finally finding my bearings and locating the Office, I was pleased to learn that what I'd been told by our site supervisor was indeed true in that the policy now was to issue ''on-the-spot'' renewals for those who re-register in one of the Branch Offices. What did manage to miff me however was that I was informed by the staff that my renewal fee would be one-and-a-half times what was stated on the official documentation for some nonsensical B.S. reason (read: "excuse") just so the State of Florida could have an additional means of sucking more money out of us on some bogus pretense.
On the way back to the apartment I was predisposed to swing by one of the local supermarkets solely for a pint of milk (for the backlog of cereal) and, especially, to satisfy an inexplicable desire (near-urge) for something ''alcoholic,'' settling on a brand of ''chardonnay'' wine that was supposedly produced with (?) -- or with the addition of (?) -- pineapple and peach which had been placed on a ''2-for-1'' sale, making the purchase super-cheap. But it wasn't until I'd begun drinking some of it with my evening meal that I was reminded of the effects alcoholic beverages produce -- particularly on my metabolic system. Even so, it wasn't all an unpleasant experience, as I'd utilized its euphoric effects to aid me to sleep, as I'd been fighting tired by the end of the weekend.
My electronics adversaries duped me into another case of shattered hopes Tuesday (Aug. 6) when it had me believing that my original 5.1 Surround-Sound speakers system was again working properly after I'd lazily decide to test-hookup them to my laptop, as I'd not wanted to be bothered with simply stepping inside the main room and retrieving & connecting the USB stereo speakers. But of course as soon as I'd switched out the ''newer'' set in order to reconnect the originals the very same ''defective-behaving'' attitude was the result, making the faulty issue somewhere either inside incompatible software (don't know how or why that would be, given that nearly everything I've installed on both systems is virtually identical) or perhaps an incompatible ''sound card'' or other ''hardware'' issue unique to the tower system -- either way, it pisses me off that I'm more or less forced to use the newer but more limiting, less flexible, speaker system.
Decided it was time to try ordering more coconut oil from ''Costco's'' website on Wednesday (Aug. 7), but was hit with the claim that it could not be delivered to my area... WTF? (I was to learn the following night that this was due to their claim of being ''out of stock.'')
Thursday (Aug. 8) had me addressing yet another [attempted?] ant invasion, seemingly trying to branch-off from a noticeable trail just outside of my north-facing west-end window, which I'd sprayed down a resistance barrier in hopes of deterring them. Not much longer after that I'd uncovered yet another cockroach inside one of my kitchen sink drawers -- the third such instance, causing me to wonder from where they've been managing to Bogart their way inside this apartment, particularly since so far the only locations I've been spotting them to-date have all been either inside my cabinet drawers or inside the tub of my kitchen sink.
''Week in Review''
August 12 - 15, 2019 (Monday-Thursday)
Monday after returning from work (Aug. 12) I noticed there was an aphid infestation on the buds of my hibiscus flowers which I tried to remedy by spraying them with ant-&-roach killer, only to worry about it all getting washed off with the heavy rainstorms that closely followed.
The insect killing spree continued Tuesday (Aug. 13) when the ants I'd thought I'd eliminated the previous week were finally tracked down to a crack in the storage/prep-table I'd claimed from Apt. #6.
Picked my third eggplant, and the ripening ''horribly deformed'' papaya from my garden Wednesday (Aug. 14)
Several people came by throughout the week to review Apartment #6 (and of course Kelly, as always, was there to play the role of resident realty agent with all of them, the one on Thursday (Aug. 15) being the most worrisome, being that they'd come with another annoying rambunctious rug-rat who'd insisted on screaming to a fever pitch for pretty much the entire time they were here looking at the apartment and gabbing with Kelly.
''Week in Review''
August 16 - 18, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Accidentally came into the worksite two hours ahead of schedule for a ''double-shift'' Friday (Aug. 16) but was still allowed to work the extra hours, even though the whole set-up for that day's scheduling was all kinds of messed up.
Confirmed after work on Sunday (Aug. 18) that rainwater has been seeping into my apartment's storage closet and that this may in fact be the predominant source of all of ''mildewy'' smell that lingers in this apartment, especially during the Summer months.
''Weekend in Review''
August 23 - 25, 2019 (Friday-Sunday)
Discovered Friday (Aug. 23) that the base of my apartment's toilet has been severely leaking again, this time much more worse than before the first ''repatching'' job was done on it: I was trying to withhold any judgments about where to place blame as to trying to speculate the source of the flow, hoping to factor in all of the rain we'd been experiencing nearly every day/night over the past several weeks so I could eliminate either water seepage from the ground or a defect in the toilet fitting, and it would seem that improper drainage or some other toilet-related issue was behind the water's continuous appearance.
Was happening to run a bit ''last-minute'' on my way in to work in order to cover an early extra shift for which I'd been placed on schedule, only to arrive considerably later than what I would have due to getting caught unprepared in a blinding downpour which forced me to pull off of the road on ''East Lake Road'' with no real overhead protection of any kind, despite having a thick canopy of trees to stand under, causing me to curse my decision not to take ''US Highway 19'' instead just as a precautionary measure just in case any cloudbursts ever did occur while en route to the work site. So not only did I arrive late, I arrived with shoes and socks thoroughly saturated with nothing to switch them out with, meaning I had to work first with wet feet, then with irritated feet as a result of stuffing and re-stuffing wads of toilet paper into my shoes throughout the full twin-shift workday.
On my way back from work Saturday (Aug. 24) I'd decided to stop into the local ''Winn-Dixie'' for a couple of specific items only to begin gathering stocks of other interested items that had found themselves on ''BOGO'' sale only to end-up leaving it all behind after my credit card kept repeatedly getting rejected. When I called the card company from inside the store I was told by the phone rep that I'd not submitted a payment since the last payment they showed on record as having been made back in late June, which I'd naturally disputed, because I was absolutely certain that I'd paid any existing balances I might have had earlier in the month just a few weeks ago, and I was going to pull up my screen-captured computer records to prove my point... only to discover that I had indeed somehow overlooked keeping my payments up to date since late-June and that I'd amassed an over $500 total balance, which I'd then paid off immediately. So in light of that mishap, I'd decided to go through the entire routine all over again after work the following day Sunday (Aug. 25), reacquiring the exact same items I'd originally intended to purchase the previous day in almost the exact same amounts, with slight modifications here-and-there, with a major difference being the purchase of a gallon jug of a ''soy/peanut oil'' blend for my deep frying, as I'd determined that I did not want to keep checking and waiting around for when I could again order my coconut oil from ''Costco's'' website.
Also realized Sunday that I was unable to relocate my LED mag-light torch anywhere inside the apartment, whose absence I'd first become aware of on Friday as I was gathering together [almost] all I thought I'd be needing before departing for the day.
And right before posting this Journal Entry I've once again come across my text field being BLANK of prior entries, which I'd both corrected and mentioned as the closing line of my previous entry... now only this time ''several'' dated entries have for some reason either not been posted or somehow ''scrubbed'' without my knowledge or input, which I'm going to once again attempt to rectify one last time.....
''Weekend in Review''
August 30 - September 2, 2019 (Friday-Monday)
All this week had me covering a scheduling set-up that entirely went against my normal working routine-- both in the hours scheduled and the number of hours/days worked --partially due to the unavailability of a couple of the regular members of our staff who have been required to take indefinite leaves of absence due to serious injury or other health-related issues.
There was truly nothing of too much significance to note until Friday (Aug. 30), when power was shut-off in our area around Noon for close to two hours, supposedly for some ''maintenance'' something-or-other. (Real sweet… bring about a deliberate blackout ahead of the arrival of an impending hurricane which was already certain to do that damage on everybody's behalf anyway.) Because of all of the condensation and lack of chill found inside of my refrigerator after power was restored, my suspicion was that power had likely been shut off at least once prior to that incident, which came about just as I was in the process of typing a response to some admitted Feminist moron on ''reddit'' who, like so many others, insisted on playing the emotional ''try-to-shame'' game by trying to pretend that anytime anyone is ever coerced under pressure to engage in an activity or behavior that cuts against their personal ethics (as if NOBODY ever has the character or moral principles to resist coercion) is somehow always a ''victim'' who apparently has NO CHOICE but to fall victim to whomever attempts to impose their will onto them because somehow they're incapable of comprehending the concept of their own pet-phase celebre: that ''NO!'' always ''means, NO!'' (I'd used the examples of ''BATMAN'' and Harriet Stowe's ''Uncle Tom'' as contrasting examples… and of course all it had gotten me was the requisite triggered ''emotionalistic rants'' and ad hominem insults).
When I'd realized the state of my fridge just shortly prior to power being restored and noticing that part of the interior temperature drop could have possibly been due to an improper sealing of the door at some point, I tried to stuff as many ''sensitive'' items as I could into the freezer -- mainly eggs, kimchee, the second leftover lamb chop I'd cooked along with the first one I'd eaten, and the leftovers of the meal I'd brought home from work Wednesday (Aug. 21), which I'd reluctantly tossed out mainly in reaction to observing active fruit flies and several of their carcasses inside of the fridge.
Some time after the power went out I decide to prepare a bowl of cold cereal with the now almost warm half-pint of milk which I'd brought home from work along with the aforementioned chicken dinner. After some time had passed following the restoration of electricity, I proceeded to make an egg-&-cheese sandwich -- to ''test'' whether or not I should've considered tossing the eggs especially, as I was not only concerned about their state as a result of the drop in temperature but also worried that I might have left the eggs sitting inside the freezer for too long and thereby damaging them, or damaging them further.
Toward the end of the day, after having been incapable throughout the entirety of the week of locating the ''Tactical LED'' torch I'd somehow misplaced and could not locate, I made the decision to go online and purchase a replacement-- along with ordering another set of AAA-sized ''eneloop'' rechargeable batteries to replace the set that had been inside the mislocated flashlight --only to discover well-after I'd placed those orders that as part of my haphazard ''rain gear'' preparation in anticipation of drenching rides to work, or storm blasts during/after the workday, I'd been carting around my ''lost'' torch inside one of the more ''water-resistant'' pairs of shoes that I'd planned to use as ''back-up'' footwear if the need had actually presented itself.
Back on the jobsite on Saturday (Aug. 31), I came across a locker unit with a teen girl's panty inside, in plain & open view though the grating. Unfortunately, I had no record of her padlock combination, nor could I locate a list of codes for her particular unit anywhere on site, so I had to resort to fishing them out through the grating with the same refashioned wire clothes hanger I'd similarly utilized to retrieve one of the adult women's underpants I'd stolen a long time back from a different locker room in the same building.
As for the intimate item in question, it was a very ''Plain Jane'' solid blue-green with no aesthetically discernible ''panty'' characteristics apart from having a higher cut, so I made the decision to rework them back inside the locker unit.
The thing which threw me somewhat off balance about this particular item of clothing however was the fact that despite its having been among some of the largest sized panties I'd ever tried to become involved with during my female locker room raids was that this particular panty (''Fruit of the Loom'' brand) was brandished with an ''8'' size indicator, causing me even further confusion, given my earlier stated uneasiness whenever encountering & handling panties labeled with the size number ''12'' but which are in fact so much smaller.
While waiting for my ''extended'' work shift on that day to conclude (as I was first asked to remain on for an extra hour while preparation work ahead of ''Hurricane Dorian'' was being conducted, then later asked to remain another additional hour to await the arrival of one of the other crew members who had misread her schedule start time for the day) I'd attempted to get a little file-managing work done on my laptop, only to discover that something was malfunctioning whereby I could no longer utilize the ''space'' bar, then to later discover that the problem had carried over to the ''v'' and ''m'' letter keys as well, and no amount of ''fixes'' I could find among various Internet forums was able to correct the problem for me. (I would later feel somewhat relieved that I had forgotten about my intention to visit ''Amazon.com'' to purchase a new set of ''USB-powered'' stereo speakers for use with the laptop, as this idea was inspired by my work-mate and the unit he uses to transmit sound from his cellphone.)
On the way back to the apartment I stopped by the ''Dollar Tree'' on ''Florida Highway 54'' to [hopefully] grab a few butane lighters for my incense (having to settle for ''matches,'' as the lighters had all been sold out as part of the ''hurricane scramble'') along with a few other household cleaning items I'd had on my ''To-Do'' list for quite some time. After dropping those items off at the apartment, I rode back out to the nearby ''Winn-Dixie'' to grab a few ''canned meals'' and such as part of my own hurricane-prep stock-up of non-perishables, then proceeded upon my return to begin spending the next couple or so hours prepping and cooking whatever I reasonably could from my refrigerator/freezer perishable items (fresh spoilage-prone produce and meats) ahead of the storm, in order to both eat on the spot and to take in to work with me as a ''lunch break'' meal, in anticipation of yet another storm-related power disruption. -- (Note: this was prior to receiving the updated information that the Eye of Dorian would most likely avoid moving inland and cutting across the State opting instead to hug and work its way northward along the eastern coastline.)
When I arrived back at the apartment, I observed that one of the approximately half-dozen ''Royal Burgandy'' beans I'd test-planted Monday (Aug. 26), as replacements for the previous failed batch had sprouted -- where the original experiment was to see if any of the tiny spattering of seeds inside one of the papayas I'd allowed to go too ripe might sprout, then deciding that in case that would not produce any results it would be hoped that I could utilize the breakdown of the fruit in the soil as a means of enriching that spot of soil with nutrients that could aid some of the other nearby plants as well as to see if the beans-- and yet another attempt at the ''carrots'' --might somehow benefit as well. Unfortunately, when I'd arrived back from work on Sunday (Sep. 1), I found that something... or someone ...had damaged that young plant and snapped it like a twig, but there had also seemed to have appeared over the weekend a second bean plant that had broken through the soil.
As an accumulated result of the madness from working prior to and through the weekend, I'd been finding it difficult to keep myself composed: fighting against narcoleptic-type microsleeps (often accompanied with audio-hallucinations), weakened knees, and loss of track & confusion regarding times and sometimes days.
Just as I was parking my motorcycle after work Monday (Sep.2), I received a text from ''Mimi'' inquiring if I'd be available to Eat Her Pussy; I replied back to her, telling her that I'd been thinking about asking for her once my work madness had settled some, and that I'd be available for the day. Thankfully, this invitation was just that little extra push I'd needed to kick my motivation into a productive gear that would enable me to clear away a good portion of the accumulated clutter, particularly returning the ''ebay-new'' computer tower back to the bedroom for whatever/whenever I plan with it. As she kept switching-up on her E.T.A. times, I replied to a text she'd sent just a few minutes ahead of when I was going to inform her that I would be stepping out for a spell and would likely be napping by the time she'd decided to arrive: I had to go to ''Dollar Tree'' for a tube of toothpaste -- of which I could've sworn I'd already had several boxes of in reserve but could not find; then, upon returning, shaved & showered, then worked on transferring & matching files between the main computer system and the laptop until Mimi finally arrived somewhere around 14:20 or so and spent maybe close to two hours (for once, I didn't check, because she said she wouldn't stay very long, but it felt almost like any of our typical get-togethers time-wise.
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