September 1 - 19, 2021
[[''Angelfire'' hosting site storage migration disruption (continuation)]]
~ (updated entries incapable of being posted until Sep. 20) ~

(September 1, 2021, Wednesday) ~ The planned ''Face-Time'' Date ''Mimi'' and I had scheduled to take place this morning was canceled by her due to the extensive and seemingly never-ending torrential rainstorms that decided to sweep through and linger: part of her hesitancy, she claimed, was that such heavy and persistent rains would make her paranoid to be out on the road during such conditions because she was concerned about the condition of her tires, which I completely understood. Although this calling-off resulted in my not getting the chance to Taste Her Vagina after such a long dry stretch, the ''promise'' of having the opportunity of seeing her naked and Licking-&-Sucking Her Pussy was enough to  finally  motivate me to get started-up on something of a cleaning/reorganizing spree to make my surrounding not only more ''presentable'' but to actually feel more ''livable''... I was really starting to let the place go ever since my return from my brief trip back to Southwestern Virginia.

(September 2, 2021, Thursday) ~ Got my third (and hopefully final) root canal procedure done this morning, then immediately rode straight back out to ''Lowe's'' to return & get refunded for the fluorescent light bulb.

Later in the day, I finally took notice of the fact that ''Apartment BBC,'' as I'm now beginning to refer to it (since it's almost exclusively seen itself as being home to some trashy-ass White Girl with some Not-On-The-Lease live-in, or always around, Black Boyfriend because, as I'm only able to assume, ''Big Black Cock,'' is my guess), had a key safe hanging around its outside doorknob. I'd also received another sneaky from-left-field ''reminder'' from our site supervisor alerting me to the fact that he had yet again altered my normal schedule and determined that I should come into work Friday several hours EARLIER than what is typical! ... (Clock is DEFINITELY Ticking!!! God's sending me a clear signal that He's ready for me to transition away from this location and try to find something more ''agreeable'' to my needs & living situation.)

(September 3, 2021, Friday) ~ Tried contacting my Dad and his wife in the morning, after I'd conducted some searches into, and learning about, the devastating effects ''Hurricane Ida's'' pass-over had had in their general region of New Jersey, but was unable to connect via any of the various means. I'd also sent the links to those news stories referenced to my Mother via text message.

Reviewing a new ''CoViD'' alert/update regarding the spread of the infection among the staffs & crews of my workplace, its wording gave clear indication that this latest infection involved one from our own department, even though this particular notice did not identify the ''affected department,'' as has always been the standard procedure. Even based on the very ambiguous and limited information that was provided in the notice, it was practically a dead giveaway which member of our crew was the infected party, especially since this co-worker had been  ''calling in sick''  since the previous weekend -- although the fact that our site supervisor had not bothered to alter our work schedules to reflect this raised a small degree of doubt.

(September 4, 2021, Saturday) ~ Continued to try to get in contact with 'ohana right after returning from work, still not getting through to anyone despite how I ''dialed-in'' the numbers, as there seemed to be some (I suspected) switching/relaying problems across the system. I did finally manage to get through to my Moms and explained to her during our conversation how I was questioning the operation of the network since she also had not responded to the texts I'd sent her: she explained that she had chosen not to interact with her phone at all throughout the entire preceding day, so was unaware of any contact attempts I'd tried making with her.

During our conversation, my Mom did reveal that my Sister had sent her some video of my Dad working on the outside of his house, which she managed to send to me, along with a couple of photos of him, after I'd instructed her on how to do so.

Later in the day, my Dad's wife finally did respond via text to inform me that their particular area had not gotten inundated as did their neighboring City of New Brunswick.

Back at work, I'd engaged my work partner about the ''CoViD'' alert, and though he'd claimed that he was under some bogus ''non-disclosure'' restriction, he'd revealed more-than-enough related information that all-but confirmed who of our crew had gotten infected -- I would scour our email archives via our worksite mobile device around 3/4-hour later and manage to pull up copies of the ''original'' alert (initially provided up the chain of command by our direct supervisor) which in this instance identified ours as the affected department, confirming everything speculated via the process of elimination.

Attempted to reconsider snatching the ''pretty-ish'' of the panty pair that were still inside the locker in which they were found, and again decided to ''reject'' it -- even though they were now both accompanied by a  third  panty, which was an identical twin of the other ''Too-Plain Jane'' ladyscape cover.

(September 7, 2021, Tuesday) ~ Was watching one of my ''Dollar Tree'' DVD purchases when a third of the way into it (which I was believing was about nearly over) ''Mimi'' sent me a text telling me that she had some spare time and asked if I'd be available to Eat Her Pussy. Even though she followed-up by saying she'd be able to arrive within a half-hour, I've been interacting with her long enough to know to expect her to arrive at a considerably later time, which would equate into her actually arriving just a bit over an hour later, with her walking in just as I was concluding setting-up my next (and hopefully final) appointment with the dentist to finish-up on the post- root canal ''crown'' fittings.

We were only able to spend about an hour and a half with me trying to bury my face inside her vagina before she had to leave for some appointment in Tampa, but I did manage to snap a few pics of her ''Post-Workout'' prettiness on my phone (which she surprising did not protest), using as an excuse that it would probably be the last time I'd ever see her vulva covered in any significant amount of hair, as she's notorious for trying to keep it removed: I sent her a MMS/texted copy of one of the snapshots shortly after she'd left, and plan on using one as one of my computer's rotating desktop themes.

(September 10, 2021, Friday) ~ Postponed doing any laundry until late this morning, which absolutely had to be done at this stage, given the fact that I was now in unavoidable need of having access to clean & ready work clothes. I had originally intended the previous day (Thu., Sep. 9) to be my final procrastination deadline, which I'd only put off until the figurative ''last minute'' because of another migraine/gastrointestinal assault that had come upon me since that morning, but which had still lingered with me even up to this point.

Because of the fact that this latest clothes washing had me confronted with yet another instance of one of the residents having left their laundry loads unoccupied in the dryers (both of them) overnight and remaining unretrieved by the time I was in need of their use, I once again reacted out of spite at such a situation and made the decision to scour them for any  panties  that might have been among the articles of clothing, managing to find [only] one and making off with it. Because of the size of the item, and judging by the bulk of the clothing styles I'd briefly encountered during my dig-though, I'd assumed that I had a relatively good idea of which resident they likely belonged to, but  some  doubts began to swim around when the items I'd removed & set aside (folded) from the other dryer which I'd chosen to use (a bunch of ''dog blankets'') had been retrieved prior to my completed cycle: which thus managed to reduce down to ''two'' which, if not both, apartment(s)/resident(s) had kept both dryers occupied, and from which female resident I'd stolen the  (''Victoria's Secret'')  panties.

(September 11, 2021, Saturday) ~ Retrieved my Blu-ray copy of  ''Zack Snyder's JUSTICE LEAGUE''  after returning from work, but could only put it off to the side for later because of the persisting head pain & gut issues that kept fluctuating in and out, not giving me any sort of a real break -- (it's always been my plan [possibly record for online upload] to engage in a back-to-back viewing [and commentary?] marathon of all of the ''Snyderverse'' and directly connected titles.

(September 12, 2021, Sunday) ~ My ''flip-flopping'' migraines and gut issues were still sticking with me, but did manage to ebb to almost normal & manageable levels (even allowing me to eat something without much hassle) by the time evening rolled around.

I'd also (seemingly) managed to finally get that cursed ''calendar app'' to issue a ''reminder'' alert for something I've tried to program into it: it'll still need to be tweaked a bit to figure out exactly how to operated it ''flawlessly''... and eventually to determine if I even need this space-hog at all.

(September 17, 2021, Friday) ~ I would learn on this day, while brushing my teeth in preparation for work, that the temporary cap on my lower teeth pending their permanent crowns was indeed loose and coming off. Up until this point, I'd convinced myself that what I'd been feeling was likely some weird-feeling ''tactile illusion,'' which I'd first noticed most distinctly when vigorously rinsing the inside of my mouth out during oral hygiene care routine, and has been most perceptible while eating: in this revelatory instance it had visibly popped off as a result of my flossing. Fortunately, the cap does decide to remain in place, for the most part, barring any disturbing or picking at it.

I would also again find out after arriving ''late'' at the job site that our site supervisor had yet again ''assigned'' me to an earlier scheduled time, where he had again scheduled me to come in two and a half hours ahead of what was supposed to be my ''normal/expected'' schedule... again without any ''heads-up'' to alert me (as he's recently gotten into the habit of sending me ''reminders'' when he's scheduled me off-routine)! This was yet the further convincing I'd needed that it's due time for me to ''remedy'' all of this flip-floppiness and seek a ''Home'' elsewhere, hopefully something/somewhere much closer to my place of residence.

(September 18, 2021, Saturday) ~ While taking a brief bathroom break at work, I'd decided to scope out that ''Plenty of Fish'' goofball dating site, and sent a message to one of the women who was shown as being currently ''online,'' and I got a quick response back (with a ''block'' set against me) with that ever irritating,  ''I'm not interested in 'Women'!''  mantra... more evidence that NOBODY ever bothers to actually READ any of the profiles before passing instant judgment! And so as a result of this latest throw-it-back-in-my-face, I've decided that ''Enough Is Finally Enough,'' and am henceforth committed to the idea that *IF* I'm going to keep getting ACCUSED of being a ''Woman'' who's trawling after Women, then I might as well start ''ADVERTISING''  myself as such! Since the only thing I've ever wanted to do is ''Eat Pussy'' anyway, perhaps some Lezbi or Bi-Gal might consider letting me have a ''Taste'' *IF* she's not someone who'd let herself get hung-up on the fact that I have an ''Outtie.''

September 20 - 25, 2021 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Finally came across a panty I'd wanted to steal from one of the lockers at work  Monday (Sep. 20),  but they held a menstrual blood stain that I was compelled to try to wash out a bit (I'm always hesitant to wash out any worn-&-tossed panties I manage to come across and decide to abscond with). Truth be told, I've pretty much gotten to the point where I'm really no longer desirous to keep stealing panties -- uncertain as to if this is the result of the ''excitement factor'' waning, or if it is perhaps a sort-of side effect of my determination to transition out of my current job assignment in the near future, following the completion of my dental surgery.

Attempted later in the evening to try to access ''Angelfire'' again, this time learning that all of it ''appears'' to be fully functional once again, so I took the opportunity to complete the ''Archive'' page of the previous season, then began working on re-establishing the ''Journal Home Page'' setup, including giving it a few new minor design tweaks here and there. During this ''updating'' phase I had to go about seeing if I could track down a replacement ''current weather'' banner to replace what had originally been provided by ''Weather Underground,'' which I'd never attempted to restore since ''WU'' had for whatever reason decided to no longer provide for use, as well as re-tweaking some of the HTML to repair the links to my image and audio files that were no longer launching properly on page.

At almost exactly 21:00 on  Thursday (Sep. 23),  just as I'd reached the final scene of a downloaded movie I was watching (''The Foreigner'' - featuring Jackie Chan and Pierce Brosnan), I heard the shattering of a glass window pane in the immediate area. At first, I thought it might have been the result of someone trying to break into one of the apartments, first believing it to be someone resorting to such a desperate measure in a lockout ''re-entry'' attempt, then believing that it might have been part of a criminal break-in attempt. But considering that I'd heard no commotion after the fact, I then began speculating that it might have been due to an act of vandalism, perhaps against the still empty ''Apartment BBC.'' Within about ten minutes of the incident, Cindy, the former resident from across the way, arrived on site with another large (pregnant-looking) woman (a sister?), and they began giving Jordan's ''live-in boyfriend'' a mouthful, telling him in no uncertain terms to grab what he could take with him and GTFO -- the rapidity of her/their arrival suggesting that Cindy's current residence must not be very far from outside of the immediate area. It would later be confirmed through observation that it had in fact been him who was responsible for shattering the window, having broken it from the inside of their bedroom.

September 24 - 26, 2021 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Didn't realize until leaving for work  Friday (Sep. 24)  that I'd been operating my phone all week leaching off of my ''Data Plan,'' rather than drawing from my ISP modem.

Finally decided to redeem my ''Chick-Fil-A'' ''survey code'' for my free sandwich after returning to Town from work  Saturday (Sep. 25),  still somewhat surprised that their ''free item'' survey incentive was not dependent upon the purchase of any additional menu items, nor requiring any taxes to be remitted.

And of course, ''Boyfriend'' is back in good with Jordan -- as I knew would happen, given women's penchant for fickleness, especially when dealing with moody men; I just hadn't expected it to be quite so very soon, being that I'd observed him the very next night (Friday) sweeping-up the remaining bits of his glass from the walkway, with his continued presence back inside the apartment confirmed as I was leaving for work  Sunday (Sep. 26).

September 27, 2021 (Monday)
20:50, Eastern Daylight Time

And as if the inside of my skull wasn't ''Out-To-Lunch'' enough already throughout the past week, I returned to the apartment after work (which had included a brief stop at ''Walmart'' for some produce items for Sammich-&-Salad fixins, along with a mail retrieval from the Post Office) to discover that one of my side windows had been left open the entire time that I was away!

September 28, 2021 (Tuesday)
20:50, Eastern Daylight Time

Just got hit with a massive stream of rectal bleeding a few minutes ago: initially worrying that it might be indicative of something more serious, especially considering that I'd already experienced some bleeding at work Monday morning; but upon wiping the area and subsequently investigating further via video & snapshots using the smartphone, it appears that this is yet again another case of a torn hemorrhoid. However, it seems as if I'm beginning to notice  something  of a ''connection'' in that these events often (but I don't believe, or recall, 'always') appear to coincide with when my stomach/intestinal integrity seems to be ''off'' and churning.

Just a few short minutes after concluding my self-examination I received an email from our Site Supervisor asking me if I'd be willing to come into work for some extra hours tonight, as the usual teammate called off sick; I explained that I would not be able to respond to a request like this on such short notice.

I'd also called the dentist's office earlier today, inquiring about the status of my dental crowns; I was informed that they had still not yet arrived, but that I would be given a call as soon as they were available.

October 4 - 7, 2021 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Kept my dentist appointment  Tuesday (Oct. 4)  to finally get my crowns fitted: everything feels weird, and the left side of my jaw hurts whenever I try to eat; I'm hoping to ''adapt'' to their presence in a timely fashion. Now I've got to find the motivation to begin working on my job transfer requests.

Called my Mother  Wednesday Evening (Oct. 6);  by now my hemorrhoid bleeding issue had subsided, but I was still feeling tired & in a blue state, not certain if there was any connection with the frequent & significant blood loss.

During our conversation I mentioned that one of the main issues I've been having with regard to my still holding off on cleaning & organizing this apartment properly was the fact that I really don't feel like having to go through and deal with these literally boxes full of past paperwork, but I did mention that I'm getting to the point where I'm considering destroying the bulk of it, with the exception of my medical records, since pretty much everything nowadays is accessible electronically in one fashion or another, and I already keep a receipt redundancy going on my computer hard drive as added backup in conjunction with my emailed confirmations.

But as if to troll me right on cue, I began running into some performance issues on my currently sole-operating computer system the very next morning  (Thu., Oct. 7),  mainly as a result of navigating through a number of sketchy webpages in yet another attempt to access certain amount of new images to employ as my desktop screen themes & wallpapers. I resorted to performing a ''rollback'' of my system then downloading & running a registry cleaning program -- none of which resulted in restoring the lost functionality of the web browser I'd been using which had gotten itself purged from my system for some unknown reason, but I was relieved to learn that I was able to reinstall it successfully and still with all of my histories & bookmarks intact.

October 8 - 10, 2021 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Became aware when I went into the kitchen to prepare some meals that sound of hedge-trimmers I'd been hearing close outside but not fully paying any degree of attention to  Friday (Oct. 8)  were in connection with the hired groundskeepers [finally] trimming away the overgrowth of the  Lantana,  which had deeply encroached into the parking lot area. I was double-pissed because not only did the brush removal now clear the way to make it possible for an additional vehicle to comfortably park there (I'd been enjoying the privilege of having the entire area almost completely to myself ever since my return from Summer's Vacation, credited in large part to the overgrowth even after the misplaced dumpster had finally been removed), but because of the fact that it was being done just ONE DAY ahead of some huge ''Motorcycle Convention'' or some-such that was going to be taking over the area the next morning, and I was concerned that my now routine parking space would be compromised while I was at work.

While at work  Saturday (Oct. 9)  I again passed-up on stealing four more panties from one of the locker rooms (two of which were earlier pass-overs from previous hunts) because they didn't ''properly appeal'' to me, but I did sort of compromise by making off with a new  Bra  that had been left unsecured in a different locker room.

I nearly got severely clipped into a bad on-road accident after leaving the worksite  Sunday (Oct. 10)  because of the assholery of some punk-ass bitch-boy in a Jeep who'd decided it was much more important to keep waiting in line at Red Lights and then sitting his distracted ass remaining in place after a long line of traffic ahead of him had already pulled the fuck off, doing this at about three intersection stops along Tampa Road, with me being stuck either directly behind him, or in the adjacent lane. I'd decided that I wasn't going to keep playing this stupid game (intentional or not) with him when we pulled up to the traffic signal that forced us to stop at the light just prior to the East Lake Road on-ramp, in which case this time I was able to pull alongside of his road hog. As soon as the light changed, I jumped ahead and quickly made my way into the on-ramp lane -- and this cock sucker had the motherfucking audacity to blare his horn at me and speed-up onto my arse, despite the fact that I'd left PLENTY of open space between ourselves before I'd made the lane switch! Not wanting to tolerate this needle-dick's absentminded and road-ragey antics any further, I quickly darted over into the adjacent traffic lane as soon as we were at the on-ramp merge point: it was just following this execution that another car behind me had cut very close to my left and just barely missed clipping me with the back end of his/her vehicle as it swung back into the lane I was occupying. In all honesty however I could not truthfully answer the question which of the two of us were at fault in that situation: at first, I'd believed that I had been the one at fault, perhaps as a result of not properly gauging the traffic flow to my left prior to merging into the next lane, but I genuinely could recall if I'd paid any attention to the oncoming traffic from the rear before moving over or not; but then, because of the angle at which that car quickly pulled in front of me, I also began to speculate that perhaps what had happened was that I did or might have had the ''clearing'' to go ahead, but the car that almost struck me could have also been in the process of ''passing'' another vehicle (that would have then been directly behind me) from the far left ''Passing Lane'' and had not considered the traffic entering from the on-ramp. In any even, all of that could've been avoided had it not been for that shit-eater who'd decided to use our roads as his own personal troll zone! (Even though I never saw/heard the person inside, the vehicle make and the ''attitude'' of the driver all strongly suggest it was a  ''White Male''  at the helm.) Even so, however, on this particular day, his behavior & antics actually seemed par for the course, because for some strange & bizarre reason, almost everybody seemed to be driving in ''Bat-Shit Mode'' during the entire trip back to my apartment -- it was like something I'd never seen before... even by  ''Florida''  standards!

And even though my main concerns for the weekend about home base parking due to the Downtown festival activities again proved to be of no consequence, my other ongoing main concern of course proved accurate, as yet again the ''faggy'' apartment's occupant has resumed parking her vehicle back into the semi-enclosed space, although to her credit she had seemed to be honoring my newly adopted spot within that space, in recognition of the fact that I'd made this adjustment since my return from my Virginia trip.

October 29 - November 4, 2021 (Friday-Thursday)
Full-Week 'Weekend-start'' in Review

Stole a couple of more panties from the locker rooms at work  Saturday (Oct. 30) -- one of which had a ''pad'' set inside, but with no indications of any bleeding or spotting (but also, quite sadly, no  ''detectable''  aroma of ''Pussy Fragrance''): in this particular instance (for only the second time since I began panty thieving from the jobsite) I was able to attach both a ''Name'' and a ''Face'' to the intimate item, identifying the owner as a 17- or 18-year-old Young Lady.

After work, I'd intended to continue down back down to our local ''Popeye's'' in order to use my ''survey code'' receipt coupon as this was the last day to use it before it expired, but for some inexplicable reason I'd missed seeing it and ended-up bypassing it, so I continued on instead to ''Burger King'' for a couple of orders of their ''onion things'' and access one of their survey receipts to replace the previous one for which I'd somehow lost the survey completion code.

While back at work on  Sunday (Oct. 31)  I'd decided to return the other panty I'd taken earlier, deeming them too hole-pocked & tattered to keep & display in my apartment. But in another follow-up instance on  Monday (Nov. 1)  I made the decision to steal another available ''Panty'' (a silky somewhat lacy thing with an extended waistline which gave it the appearance of a cross between a ''Granny Panty'' and a ''girdle'') and a meshy fabric nearly translucent black Bra, which I'd removed from the storage cabinet that was right next to the compartment from which I'd stolen the previous ''padded'' panties, both of which I'd already known about but initially rejected when I came across the one I took home with me Saturday. And just as in the previous instance, with these too I was able to associate the owner's ''Name'' and ''Image,'' having been the Initmates of another 17- or 18-year-old Young Lady whom I'd dubbed ''Five-Dollar Sophie'' the previous year -- a moniker I'd personally given her when as I was rummaging through one of her other lockers during my hunting for panties I'd see where she'd kept a $5 bill unsecured out-in-the-open atop her other locker contents, which remained that way for weeks on end (this was when I'd originally learned of her identity, although I was never able to acquire any Intimate Undergarments from her storage space at that time).

November 8 - 14, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full-Week in Review''

Pulled into one of the ''SHELL'' refueling locations on ''Hillsborough Ave. / Tampa Rd.'' after leaving work  Monday (Nov. 8):  a couple of the pumps I'd attempted to use were not responding, so I figured I'd go inside to the counter to make a ''guesstimate'' amount pre-charge only to learn that the store's entire network was inoperable. So just as I was preparing to continue back on the road to try a different location, the pump systems began rebooting and were all back online within three minutes or less.

Wednesday Morning (Nov. 10)  my sister, Gwyndolyn, had texted me asking me to contact her regarding some concern she had for our Mother's well-being: her concerns stemming from the fact that she'd not heard from each other over the past several days (as they speak with each other almost on a daily basis) and that she had recently been contacted by one of our Mother's friends whom she'd designated as our ''Emergency Contact'' go-between. She was particularly concerned because of a botched DIY plumbing job Martha had tried to attempt and had to call someone in to fix whatever damage and to do the job properly, which concerned Gwyn even more because of our Mother's living alone and with the both of us being so physically distant.

My suspicion, after having just spoken with her myself four days earlier (Sat., Nov. 6) in an accidental connection that had occurred when I was attempting to read through a text she had just then sent, was that her brief silence was directly connected with her claim that her phone had seemed to be malfunctioning and that she'd taken it to the sales/service store who'd determined that it simply needed to be rebooted (for some 'automatic updates' to take effect?), which she reaffirmed when I called her immediately after ending the nearly hour-long call with my sister.

On  Thursday (Nov. 11)  it had been my original intention to combine errands to include a quick trip to the ''Save a Lot'' grocery store to make use of a couple of their promotional coupons (for a couple of packages of bacon and 19e/pound bananas), retrieving my latest package delivery from ''Amazon,'' another trip to ''Publix,'' rounded out with a visit to ''Burger King'' to redeem my ''survey coupon,'' but only finally departed with enough time to make the ''Publix'' and ''BK'' trips. While returning to where I'd parked after grocery shopping I happened across a $10-bill lying in one of the parking column turn-ins close to the main driving strip.

The young woman who took my order at ''Burger King'' had informed me that they were experiencing shortages, mostly of things that would not affect my order, except for onions. The sandwich that was prepared however was so ''off'' in flavor (and texture in some cases) that I'd determined that it is likely to steer me away from any further patronage of the BK brand.

I woke-up  Friday (Nov. 12)  feeling kind of sickish -- especially experiencing the constant ''itching to urinate'' sensation I'll typically encounter whenever I'm recovering from a bad viral infection, along with an overall ''chilly body'' feeling. Fortunately, it wasn't enough to interfere with my work performance.

But as if to complicate matters, a short while after leaving work  Saturday (Nov. 13)  I'd gotten caught in a rain deluge that had completely caught me off guard, because none of my weather apps had forecast it earlier. As a result of getting drenched, I'd once again delayed stopping by ''Save a Lot'' for my bacon & 'nanas (of which I was more upset that I'd forgotten to bring my own bags, as I'd deduced they charge for the use of theirs), but still decided to retrieve my ''Amazon'' package after endlessly debating whether or not to do so during the remaining stretch of my commute back to the apartment.

As it would turn out, what was waiting for me in the Post Office was only a ''1/2-order'' delivery, as I all of the items I'd ordered as part of this transaction did not appear all together. The biggest piss-off however was discovering among the envelopes of my regular mail that those filthy ''Debt Collectors'' have re-emerged to try to pressure me into believing that I still owe more on what I'd submitted to ''Frontier'' when I'd canceled my service with them.

And even though I was still feeling a bit ''not at my best'' at work  Sunday (Nov. 14),  I still decided to use this as part of my justification to [partially] explain my late arrival, to greatly ''slack-off'' on fulfilling my duties in a determined and timely fashion, but also ultimately to make a direct request to our supervisor to permit me to be taken off-schedule for the following workshift: and while the way I was feeling was indeed a factor in my decision to make this request, I was just as driven to not want to show back up in an act of defiant indignation over the fact that he had just the previous day hit up out of the blue with yet another surprise schedule readjustment, one which now required me to arrive  Five and a Half Hours EARLY  next Friday!

It was also during this time that I'd paid a bit more attention to what was going on inside my mouth over the last couple of days, only to discover that I was developing a very painful cancker sore on my tongue, on top of everything else I'd been going through.

November 15 - 21, 2021 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full-Week in Review''

Was entirely unable to enjoy any sort of relaxation break following my decision to beg-off of work  Monday (Nov. 15)  because of a persistent fluctuating migraine that continually disrupted any active or resting attempts I'd attempted until early the following morning  (Tue., Nov. 16) -- the experience had gotten so bad by then that I actually decided to pull out some of the old medication that I'd been subscribed several years ago which had long since sat past their ''expiration dates.'' All of this was further exacerbated by the waves of pain I still had to endure with the cancker sore inside my face.

In somewhat indirect relation to this was the indignation I'd felt after having received both a text and an email from our site supervisor, which he'd decided to wait until  Friday (Nov. 19)  to send-- yes, the very SAME DATE which he nearly a full week earlier had ''ordered'' me to come-in for at a Super-early hour --this time informing me that he was yet again chain-jerking with my schedule, claiming that I could now come clock-in considerably later, closer to my ''routine'' start time.

Normally, I'd appreciate the readjustment, but because of all I'd just gone through that all seemed interrelated to this one issue, I'd decided not to respond back to any of the messages and thus made the determined effort to arrive on site right at the ''originally'' instructed time, just out of pure spite (not even out of any concern for replenishing any lost work hours), as a way to play ''Get'em Back'' for all of the chain-jerking game-playing bullshit he was spinning me around with.

Unfortunately, even in this instance I'd still managed to ''arrive late,'' thanks to misjudging the flow of time and being caught completely off-guard by the unfamiliar traffic flow encountered during the commute. (It was early during this commute, while waiting at a stop light, that a pick-up driver had informed me that one of my brake lights had failed).

Saturday (Nov. 20),  partially driven by my indignation over the week's ''effin wif mee'' events, I engaged in a mad & determined personal ''Panty Raid,'' whereby I left no girls' clothes-changing lockers in any of the site locations that revealed any significant stored clothing items unbreached, and subsequently stole EVERY panty I'd managed to uncover, regardless of size, style, color, etc. -- the only exception being another from the bunch that had been stuffed throughout ''Katie's'' locker, from the same young woman who's blood-stained panty I'd stolen two months earlier (as mentioned in the  Sep. 20  journal entry), which I similarly had to scrub-out to some degree, as out of the roughly 1/2-dozen panties she kept stored inside her locker, all but the very first one I'd stolen from her had some degree of ''fecal'' staining along with menstrual staining on them in varying degrees. Out of this latest haul, I'd managed to bring home a half-dozen panties, consisting of mostly newly seen items, but also containing a couple undies I'd previously passed-over: although I did delay until the following day  (Sun., Nov. 21)  to claim one I'd left behind, along with another bra that had been found nestled among the same pile on one of the benches outside of any lockers

Also while at work this weekend I'd come across & decided to try some of the new ''flavored teas'' that had been placed inside one of the Administration's break room cabinets and found myself liking them so much that I in short order went online to learn more about them and their availability: I would proceed after returning to the apartment from work Sunday to place orders for these  (''Harney & Sons'' Fruit Black Tea with Bergamot),  along with Hakeem Oluseyi's memoir, for both myself and for my mother as a ''Winter Gift.''

November 22 - 25, 2021 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Changed my mind at work  Monday (Nov. 22)  about ''Katie's'' panties: I re-examined the undies I'd repeatedly passed over because of fecal specks only to discover that only a couple we so stained (although all of them still had latent menstrual stains within), which brought me to the realization that the most decisive reason behind my rejection of them apparently had to do with their uncomfortably smaller sizes, so I'd decided to leave the three fecal marked panties behind and made off with the remaining few.

Also had a mind-change  Tuesday (Nov. 23)  about keeping my ''dental cleaning'' appointment, deciding I'd not wanted to go through the extra hassle.

Spent  Thursday (Nov. 25)  renewing my Post Office Box rental and updating my ''Obamacare'' application, this time purchasing a plan that incorporated both  ''dental''  and  ''vision''  (though I'm willing to bet that  ''ophthalmological''  is not included) -- $71 stinking dollars! ... but considering that I was already paying close to $50 for [probably] subpar ''medical'' with an additional $8 for that worthless ''side-dish'' dental plan, this might actually be a smarter move.

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