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Can't recall much outside of removing my so-called ''Kiwi'' plant from the stone planter and plopping it haphazardly into the garden plot (intending to simply uproot & discard both plants anyway, as they do not appear to be doing much of anything except taking up space and tangling $#!T up needlessly and being more of an eyesore more than anything else), shattering my remaining ''Justice League'' coffee mug, putting-off laundry & motorcycle detailing weeks on end, and depressingly letting the apartment degrade into & remain in a state of disorganization and unkemptness while pretty much doing little more than constantly sleeping or mindnumbingly circulating through ''Who?Tube'' videos and pathetically blurting out the word, ''Pussy!'' or singing it over-&-over repeatedly, virtually every time I need to get-up & move around to try to grab something to eat or to use the toilet.
December 3 - 9, 2021 (Friday-Sunday)
I was already aware that our site supervisor had again scheduled me to come into work several hours ahead of normal schedule Friday (Dec. 3), but I was uncertain as to when exactly, though I'd suspected that it was for later than when I'd been penned in the previous two weekends: even so, I'd determined that I was going to arrive at that same time anyway in an act of spiteful disruption (even after I'd checked during my preparation phase to learn that I'd indeed been scheduled for a later arrival), only to find my earlier arrival & presence on the job ''welcomed.''
A couple of hours prior to end of workshift Saturday (Dec. 4) I manually added air pressure to my motorcycle tires with my hand-pump I'd brought to work with me, following-up on the previous week's attempt to use the pumping stations at ''Wawa'' only to discover that both pumps had been damaged and rendered unusable: the one I'd first tried to use having no valve depressor; the other having had its hose sliced off.
On my way back to work I took note that it appears that someone has finally moved into the empty ''BBC'' cursed apartment, but I was unable to determine if the new occupant was male or female, though the person appeared to be younger and Caucasian.
Learned just a couple of hours before the end of my workshift Monday (Dec. 6) that the issue I'd had with the inoperable brake light had somehow managed to correct itself, indicating that the problem did not involve a burnt-out bulb.
Finally decided to contact the ''Sam's Club'' credit card issuer regarding their email alerting me to some supposed ''failed delivery attempt.'' And after jumping through almost exactly five full minutes of ridiculous hoops with their ''automated'' redirecting system before finally connecting me with the first of three separate human individuals, it was explained to me that because of how their mailing/addressing system is totally phukkt-up it'd been sending new cards (and statements?) not to the addresses of the individual applicants who'd been approved for their card ''at the register'' but instead to the residences of whichever ''Club Members'' held claim to the ''primary account'' -- in this case, meaning my ''mother's'' (Virginia) address. Because of all of this hassle & headinassery, it then became my determination to pay whatever auto-charged balance that was placed on the card at time of application/approval and then discard the piece of plastic trash outright, despite the 5% ''cash back'' credit for gasoline purchases.
Following the call regarding the ''Sam Card,'' I immediately contacted ''Amazon'' to inquire about why my fruity tea order-- which I'd ordered simultaneously with my Mother's ''Gift Order'' --had still not arrived at my personal location: the representative canceled the ''tea'' portion of my order and claimed that I'd be credited the price increase difference and cost of shipping.
Unmentioned Highlights from Previous Quarter...
''Full-Week (weekend start) in Review''
December 12, 2021 (Sunday)
Wasn't as intensely involved in any locker rummaging at work today, but I did manage to uncover a nice panty -- one of those all-elastic ''no waistband'' styles from Victoria's Secret ''Pink'' line.
Prior to leaving work, the ''Sunday Guy'' had informed me that some of the areas I'd requested not to be informed about or recommended for in my job transfer alerts might not be quite so taxing anymore as they'd historically been, these changes being the result of new guidelines that had been established following the corporate acquisition of the smaller company I'd originally hired-on with; so now I may have more of an incentive to consider broadening my availability options in hopes of finding a worksite considerably closer to Home Base.
Was super-foggy this morning; so much so that I nearly missed my turn-off into the shopping center to conduct a bit of grocery shopping at the local ''Publix,'' executing a very risky cross-lane left turn while nearly completely blinded by the mist build-up on my glasses which only waited to interfere with my vision until the exact moment when I was literally stopped right at the turn-off point!
Took a closer look at my healthcare ''renewal'' confirmation documentation, which I'd retrieved en route to work yesterday, only to notice some huge Premium pricing discrepancies between what my completed online application quoted. This re-motivated me to check back in with both the Care Provider and with the ''ACA'' website, as ''Healthcare.Gov'' keeps incessantly browbeating me to ''finish'' updating my application information, despite having completed the process almost a full month ago. Return online checks all indicate that everything as I'd updated it is in full & proper order, so I guess I'm just waiting for the ''paperwork'' to get caught-up.
15:25, Eastern Standard Time
December 16, 2021 (Thursday)
Received a Pussy Eating request text from ''Mimi'' this morning, just as I was about to begin the process of getting my laundry gathered-up and cleared away, eventually needing to complete three loads, leaving a couple of incidental items remaining.
Because again I'd encountered the larger-capacity drier still loaded with someone else's laundry that had been left uncollected overnight, I decided to rummage through the load for another ''You Snooze, You Lose'' panty-lift payback and quickly found one amid what was almost exclusively a bunch of towels & floor mats, suggesting another one of the ''Dog-Owners.'' I could only speculate to which neighbor the item had belonged, but a couple of them were ruled out when they began to appear on scene and subsequently engage in front yard (mainly dog-walking) activity and never bothered to enter the laundry room.
Mimi arrived at somewhere around 14:20, give or take, and stayed until a bit past 16:00. She informed me that she had gotten involved again in a vehicular mishap, this one involving some ''Drive-&-Texter'' rear-ending her somewhere in Tampa, which she said had given her a fracture in one of her arms along with pain and discomfort in her back and one of her ankles: she said she's secured a lawyer after the other driver's insurance was attempting to weasel out of covering her medical & repair bills, but her lawyer had told her not to expect too much that was hopeful as far as a hefty payout was concerned.
One of the things that made my motivation to catch-up on laundry and clean-up around the apartment more certain, aside from Mimi's impending visit, was the fact that the weather outside was uncharacteristically warm for this time of year; so much so that I'd opened all of the windows to allow some fresh air to [try to] circulate throughout the apartment, and even turned on the fan (on high) while treating Mimi to some ''Face-Time'' (of which she'd taken a few videos of me Going Down on her with her smartphone, but I had no idea if they were something she'd planned on holding onto or would be deleting, nor did I bother to inquire about it).
20:40, Eastern Standard Time
December 17 - 19, 2021 (Friday-Sunday)
Decided to leave a dropped-off delivered package to its potential fate outside the door of the apartment next to the laundry room, alley-side, when I'd returned from work Friday (Dec. 17), instead of my usual habit of alerting our residents about the deliveries or securing the packages on the occupants' behalf pending their return, because this couple is still not being entirely mindful of one of their two large dogs which they're in the habit of allowing to roam freely about the yard unsupervised & often unobserved when they bring those curs outside to do their business together.
Opened my mail (bills) once inside, first noticing that the ''Sam's'' credit card had assessed an interest charge on my account, despite the assurance of the rep I'd spoken to the previous week that it likely would not have one once I'd received the statement: so I called another representative when I'd learned during the ''registration & activation'' of the account that their website's phony ''chat help'' feature was a worthless completely automated crash-&-burn pile of steaming dog dung!
Took what was meant to be a brief shopping detour at ''Winn-Dixie'' before returning to the apartment after work Sunday (Dec. 19), found that [MOST of] the ''Campbell's'' condensed soups line were on sale-ish, which drove me to grab the remaining (out-on-display) stock of their addictive ''Bean with Bacon'' variety.
During the shopping trip I also discovered, quite by accident, that if I'd purchased Ten (10) packets of ''Knorr's'' Rice or Pasta side dishes it would be good for a credit to receive a whole rotisserie chicken from the Deli. Now I've never been a fan of purchasing any ''cooked'' products from supermarket delis, having not patronized them for decades -- and even the few times I did way back in the Day would still amount to practically never-ever. It's something I've been even less enthusiastic about visiting since learning about the [once-common? / still ongoing?] practice of using the ''Hot Deli'' sections of supermarkets as the dumping ground for those ''fresh'' products that they can no longer push out through regular sales before reaching ''expiration'' status. But given the value of such a promotional tactic, I felt I'd be near-foolish to pass it up, so I selected one that was available in the cold shelf, as they did not have any hot-cooked ones available... which I most likely would've refrigerated immediately myself anyway.
Discovered the next [impending?] wave of ant invasion while taking a shower and set out some phip-gel to try to address it: I'd felt myself being crawled over & bitten a few times earlier, but because of not having seen anything else related to them I tried to chalk it up to perhaps having picked them up from work.
''Weekend in Review''
December 27, 2021 (Monday)
Decided to swing by ''Sam's Club'' after work for some snack chips and (hopefully) for some frozen entrees (which they did not have available this time around), then after dropping them off I doubled-back to pay a visit to ''Aldi'' for the first time since my being here, inspired by one of those clickbaity ''news-ish'' articles which supposedly tested out the [quote] ''best'' [unquote] frozen pizza from a variety of about a dozen, which amounted to almost no insight into anything (unsurprising, given these sort of articles' track records): but my decision to check out Aldi's frozen pizza selection came not from the article itself, but from a few mentions in the ''comments'' section, whereby I also became particularly interested in the ''cauliflower crust'' concept which mentioners either Loved or Hated.
While looking around the Aldi store after grabbing a couple of different pizza pies (conveniently being the first things I'd run into right at the store entrance) I also began grabbing a variety of ''bread'' items I'd normally load-up on during Publix/Dixie ''BOGO'' sales (cinnamon-raisin bagels/swirls & multigrain loafs), also looked around for turkey bacon (thinking I'd grabbed two packs, only realizing that I'd actually grabbed three once I'd begun sorting & bagging my items at the packing station), and impulse-purchased a carton of ''Free-Range'' brown eggs.
I sent my mother a text regarding my Aldi purchasing experience after I'd returned to the apartment, informing her that the store I'd shopped at was set-up to accept credit card transactions (as she had seemed to imply during our earlier discussion about the store that the grocery chain only accepted ''cash'' payments).
I had originally planned since last night to prepare my ''stir-fry'' whutzitz -- but because I was impatiently curious about that ''cauliflower'' pizza crust, I baked a half-cut of it instead. The texture of the cheese topping had me wondering about what I might be in for, as its texture was unlike anything I'd ever felt on any other frozen pizza I've purchased, but it smelled very much like real cheese, and I was very pleasantly surprised at how ''cheesy'' it really behaved once out of the oven. There was somewhat of a ''bitter'' undertone to the finished product, but overall I'd agree that it was perhaps one of the best ''frozen'' pizzas I'd ever tried... so all of that other fancy-smancy ''Big Name'' crap is officially over and done with, in my book!
21:50, Eastern Standard Time
January 3 - 6, 2022 (Monday-Thursday)
A few hours after returning from work Monday (Jan. 3) I ordered Decaro's 2007 ''John Brown'' book for both myself and my mother-- along with a garden hose nozzle and a DVD movie for part of my shipment --but VERY RELUCTANTLY agreed to an ''Amazon Prime'' Free Trial subscription because the service refused to include ''Free Shipping'' regardless of the fact that the order was made under a single transaction simply because I'd requested a ''separate addresses'' shipment -- and NEITHER of the shipments were going to reach their destination in the heavily advertised ''Two Day'' shipping time frame.
Wednesday (Jan. 5) I sent an email to our site supervisor asking him to look into alerts I'd been receiving from our regional office's Jobs Postings website that are claiming that a position (or positions) is (are) available here in my resident city, and he answered me saying that he'd follow-up on the request... but of course I knew not to expect much of anything, if anything at all.
Also learned on this date that nearly all of the foliage growing directly behind our apartment block had been cleared away, permitting more of an open view and allowing more light to enter through the bathroom.
''Week in Review''
January 28 - 30, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
Took advantage of a couple more unsecured ladies' changing room lockers at the jobsite Saturday (Jan.29) which gave me access to another Panty and another Bra (the latter of which being the third such intimate article of clothing I've stolen in the past month, of which I'd chosen not to make mention due to the lack of much else happening that I'd deemed worthy of any note: of course there had been quite a number of additional opportunities to make off with intimate apparel items of this particular type, but as always choosing to bypass certain ones that do not project a certain amount of ''Feminine Allure'' that appeals to my senses).
After leaving work over an hour and a half past schedule, due to waiting for the next shift's co-worker to take over (having not been aware that he had been so scheduled... thoroughly understandable as such ''haphazard scheduling'' without prior notation is practically standard operational procedure for these folks), I decided to detour into ''Sam's Club'' for a big bag of grapefruit as a response to the threats of potential citrus crop damage possibly expected from the projected cold snap that was being forecast for our areas.
Back at the apartment, after clearing up a bit outside the apartment, following the mini havoc all of the preceding winds had caused, and harvesting the third ripening papaya from my tree in about the past month, I called my motorcycle service department to inquire about getting my burnt-out brake light bulb replaced (which had immediately gone back out after what might have been either a fluke or misvisualize cue I'd perceived when I'd last mentioned its having seemingly ''corrected'' itself) along with having them do an oil change (which I'd been stubbornly putting off doing myself until I could arrange to get both jobs done together at the same time, but only after I'd skimmed through my past service work documents to determine what if anything else might need replacement): I was asked by the clerk if he could check his inventory or outside sources for parts availability and call me back in a bit, to which I'd agreed but knew [naturally] not to expect any sort of a follow-up... and like a pair of loaded dice, I'm still on that Just-Can't-Lose ''winning'' streak where it concerns people promising to ''follow-up'' on promises or ''carry out'' specific requests.
Partially influenced by the Saturday late stay-over, and after asking the ''Sunday Shift'' guy, who only works on that one day each week, about what duties are normally performed during those times, I decided to leave a note to our supervisor informing him that I'd decided against any further expansions of my ''routine'' work hours from among those which he'd told me the preceding week he'd soon have available (an offer he'd extended following my attempts to have him look into job availabilities within the company that might grant me some additional working hours (or perhaps even a full transfer) at a location considerably closer to ''Home Base,'' which he similarly claims he's looking into for me, but of course...).
I also took a few moments before starting-out on my Sunday work routine to conduct some ''comparative'' searches on ''Costs-of-Living'' in the Knoxville, Tennessee area, as I'd been for a while playing around with the idea of considering a relocation to the region to benefit from what I'd perceived would be lower housing and other living expenses, as well as benefiting from the much closer traveling distances to the S.W. Virginia ''Blue Ridge'' region (which could make such trips there not only shorter but also more frequent), following specifically being enticed by Tennessee's full cancellation of their State ''Income'' Tax. But the two most important areas that would've made all the difference for me: their ''Sales Tax'' rate(s) and whether ''motorcyclists'' were ''mandated'' to carry insurance, I'd decided that such a move, expenses wise, would definitely NOT be worth it, especially when learning that despite Tennessee's ''Base Tax Rate'' of 7% (same as Florida), Knoxville's ''regional'' assessments bumps it up to nearly 10% (9.5%) -- and this was without even factoring in Tennessee's stagnant ''Minimum Wage'' (contrasted against Florida, which will be phasing-in an increase to $15/hr.) and the fact that Winters are MUCH COLDER, with ''snowy'' conditions to boot, so there are those ''added expenses'' as well! In another contrast, I posed the same ''Sales Tax'' question to Jacksonville, Florida, expecting a rough equivalent to Knoxville's (somewhere in the 9% range) only to learn that it is only a HALF-PERCENT higher than what I'm already dealing with in Pasco County.
''Weekend in Review''
January 31 - February 6, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
Placed a request for my updated insurance card Monday (Jan. 31), after reviewing their website to ensure that all of my revised ''Obamacare'' information had gotten submitted & registered properly.
Took advantage of the unexpected curveball of the unusually warm weather Thursday (Feb. 3), which followed a half-week of the bitterly cold, to perform my own oil change, after having gotten forgotten about over the weekend, thus saving myself of the expenses of having someone else do the job for me. I also decided to use this time to finally get around to performing that ''sand & polish'' DIY plexiglas windshield restoration technique, which sadly did not restore my windshield (or headlamp lenses) to any sort of ''crystal clarity,'' but I was satisfied enough with the results that had eliminated its yellowing and grunginess.
I would retrieve my updated Medical Insurance cards while en route to work Friday (Feb.4), along with the letter my mother had texted me a few days earlier saying to be expectant. It soon dawned upon me that this ''letter'' had been sent as part of that whole ''birthday present'' thing I've forever asked her to disengage from with me. Upon realizing this, I'd suspected that the ''letter'' might have also contained a Gift Card to ''Chick-fil-A,'' but soon ruled such a thing out when nothing else besides paper was detected within the envelope. It wasn't until I began opening envelopes at the jobsite that I began to suspect that she might have actually sent cash, which was soon confirmed, having sent $50 for some inexplicable reason. It would not be until while I was preparing to leave for my next workday (Sat., Feb.5), that I'd get over it somewhat when I'd decided to ''reinterpret'' the money's purpose, regardless of its original intent, and considered it as a ''reimbursement'' or ''rebate'' for all of the gifts of books and teas I'd been sending her during the past months.
Rather than sending her a text after work Sunday (Feb. 6), I decided to call instead, where we'd managed to stay connected for exactly three (3:00:00) hours. During the conversation we'd discussed my exploring the idea of relocation from the Tampa Bay region, including my brief examination of Eastern Tennessee, in advance of my lease's completion, plus health-related issues, including her admitting to me (only) that she'd gone upwards of two weeks having mixed-up her blood pressure medications (due to a brand switch to which she hadn't paid close attention) after I'd inquired of her if she'd gotten around to trying my latest ''coffee hack'' I'd shared with her earlier, one where I include a piece of fresh/frozen orange peel and a dash of cinnamon prior to brewing, along with the news that several more of our 'ohana, including my Uncle Larrie, had contracted SARS-CoV-2, and that our resident ''Family Historian'' is still adamant about getting herself inoculated.
Throughout segments of the week, in trying to prepare following all of the weather reports about the potential for rain in the area, I came to discover that I had inexplicably misplaced my back-up (''emergency'') rainsuit, and still was not able to track it down (much like my physical medical history records, which all seemed to have conveniently vanished clean out of existence) -- tiny place: only but so many locations these items could possibly be hiding in here, unless someone wants to try to convince me that I've somehow been throwing them out during some unusual ''sleepwalking'' incidents! (Still can't even relocate my favorite spoon!)
''Full Week in Review''
February 7 - 13, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
Per my plan, immediately after leaving work Monday (Feb. 7) I decided to continue on down ''U.S. Highway 19'' to stop into my Primary Care clinic to provide them with the new updated information regarding my insurance policy, plus to inquire about the possibility of receiving a CoViD ''booster'' vaccine, which they informed me they did not administer in office, but would need to schedule with a pharmacy.
I finally tried to make arrangements for the CV shot over the phone with Walgreen's over the phone (finally selecting them after a miserable online search) Friday (Feb. 11), but I ended-up shutting the call down out of frustration over having to interact with another of those annoying and infuriating ''automated operator'' systems which I was in absolutely in no mood to be dealing with -- utterly HATE those intelligence-insulting things!
Overshot my turn-off onto Main Street from Rowan Road on my way back from work Saturday (Feb. 12), so I decided to continue on down to Walgreen's to schedule an appointment to receive my CV-19 boost, which I'd have gladly taken right then and there, yet the time I was initially offered would've had me returning sometime later in the day, but I was so dead tired and even starting to get a bit headachey that all I'd wanted to do was go straight to sleep and not want to wake-up again until time to get dressed for work again.
On my way back out onto the road, I came across a coupon flier for ''Arby's,'' which was really appreciated because I'd been wanting some Arby's for about the past several weeks now, but without the benefit of any coupons or advertised sales I wasn't about to waste the money.
As the weather reports for a large swath of the remainder of the weekend called for continuous rain, I again conducted a head-scratching search for my ''light duty'' back-up rain suit and finally managed to find it, having for some inexplicable reason tossed it among my clean miscellaneous laundry inside my Ottoman.
I'd found myself again experiencing bleeding hemorrhoids throughout much of the week; I've also been finding myself operating at energy levels more reduced than usual over the weekend, though not certain if the bleeding episodes have been contributing to that in any way.
''Full Week in Review''
February 14 - 20, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
Before leaving work, our site supervisor informed me that he was still trying to talk to some people inside the regional headquarters to see about securing something for me that will grant me a few extra work hours closer to Home Base, but he said that their managerial structure is so convoluted and such a clusterphukk that it's not easy uncovering who's actually responsible for what throughout the operations.
Continued my non-stop ride to ''Walgreens'' (at ''Rowan'' & ''Massachusetts'') for my CoViD booster Monday (Feb. 14), as was pre-planned, but found myself arriving a bit more than a half-hour ahead of my scheduled time. While returning to my motorcycle helmet and ''John Brown'' book in order to sit & wait until my time came around, I'd struck-up a conversation with a tall, dark curly-haired man with a non-store shopping cart containing what appeared to be a few metal walking aides, asking him if he was Hawaiian, as his appearance and speech cadence seemed to suggest such. He claimed to have been from Louisiana, but the more he talked his stories began getting more fantastical, first claiming that his aunt (mother's sister) was the actress Elizabeth Taylor and that his uncle (father's brother) was musician Bob Marley; and after answering his question about my military service, he began some spiel about how he was in the Army himself at Eight Years Old because of some kind of influence his Dad had had at the time. During this conversation period, and before I'd gotten called-up to complete my paperwork and get vaccinated, he'd mentioned to me that he was hypoglycemic and asked if I'd be so kind as to purchase a candy bar for him, which I did promise to do for him; but because of all the ''bizarre'' talk I'd just endured, I was hoping to skip out of there ASAP, but he'd reminded me of my promise as I was starting to head out, so I'd asked him what specific type of candy he'd wanted, and not finding it anywhere (''Caramello'') I'd grabbed a couple of chocolate bars that I'd hoped would be reasonable substitutes (four-bar packs of ''Twix'' and ''Milky Way'') -- the only thing upsetting me about the whole thing was the tag on the shelf claiming a special ''Two-for-Four Dollars'' price printed above the smaller text ''Individual Item'' price, which was like $2.40 each, only for me to come to the realization that I'd just gotten punk'd by the bait-&-switcheroo where the ''special'' price was evidently a ''Club Membership Card'' price.
Not sure if because of side-effects from the vaccine, or because of the bitterly cold weather, or a combination of the two, but I essentially spent all of the rest of the day, and most of the following day (Tue., Feb. 15), in bed under the warm covers, and a large portion of the time doing so the next couple of days afterward, eventually culminating into a headache on Friday (Feb. 18), which was warm enough for me to finally feel like tackling my nearly-total backlog of dirty dishes I'd been shamelessly avoiding.
I took advantage of the option to leave work a couple of hours early Saturday (Feb. 19): prior to my en route visit to ''Arby's'' to use my coupons I decided to pull into the little Thai/Asian grocery market on ''U.S. Highway 19'' just north of ''Florida Highway 54,'' initially to seek out ''Lychee Black Tea'' and ''Lotus Tea'' and learning that they sold neither, so I then asked if they sold tonkatu sauce: I also grabbed a few snack type items, including creme crackers/cookies and ''taro mochi'': I was none too enamored with learning that the store operators demanded a purchase of at least $10 before they'd accept credit payment, even though it was not an issue for me as everything I did finally manage to end-up purchasing exceeded that total, but that, on top of every other shortcoming, solidified my decision to not patronize the business ever again. (All that 'cow flesh' did seem to help make my headache go away, as I was hoping).
Coming back from work Sunday (Feb. 20) I'd intended to get straight to work on my very first ''Commentary/Rant'' video project to upload to my new (current) video hosting channel, in response to the earlier news I'd learned about a civilian dog shooting that saved the life of an autistic boy who was being mauled in public, and I essentially lost my shit over how support for the shooter and demonization for the dogs and their caretaker was the full-flip EXACT OPPOSITE of a somewhat situation that took place in Texas where a mother shot at an unfamiliar dog charging out into the public street toward her child while they were all bicycling peacefully through the neighborhood... with BOTH instances resulting in someone getting struck by a ricocheting bullet. However, I'd decided to put the project on delay due to the room being too cold, making me want to get underneath the covers, along with my thoughts being a bit disorganized at the time, compounded with my need to scour back through my various archives in order to pull up and design relevant texts & images so as to more effectively make my case, which inevitably brought me to the awareness that it would be a better served project if I were to instead work from a carefully prepared script.
''Full Week in Review''
January 21 - 24, 2022 (Monday-Thursday)
Pulled into the first ''Circle-K/Shell'' station en route after work Monday (Feb. 21) only to find the pumps shut-off again, which had also been the case the previous day, except on this occasion I'd made the decision to wait it out until the store manager reactivated them. During this time, I was approached by a young (biracial?) man, who claimed to be 25 years of age, who mentioned that a truck with several co-workers had shut down and was parked around the rear of the building, saying that he'd just gotten out of jail and had to get to a job site in order to keep up with his parole obligations, asking if I could ''help him out.'' He just kept going on and on like this, despite the fact that I kept explaining to him that I never carry cash with me, along with constantly interrupting any suggestions I'd tried to make regarding explaining his ''circumstance'' to his parole officer whom he incessantly derided as an ''asshole'' who wouldn't understand, etc., and not even calming down (and quieting down) enough to implement my recommendations on how to keep a record of his P.O.'s purported disrespectful interactions with him as a way of protecting himself by having verifiable evidence that his P.O. was not trying to work with him. I sensed there was a certain sincerity, but also because of his unrelenting and dismissive whiny, along with a few other ''questionable'' excuses he'd make, I found myself reaching a point where I was genuinely getting frustrated with him and just wanted to be done with him. It was only after the pumps had been reactivated that he'd finally specified that the underlying precise ''help'' he was in need of was fuel for the truck, and not for something more serious such as a dead battery or some other issue that had resulted in the vehicle being inoperable requiring a replacement, a tow, a taxi, or what-have-you. Upon this final clarification, I agreed to provide him/them with some fuel: they were fortunate enough to have had a fueling canister with them. I explained to one of the other passengers who accompanied me to the pump that had his young partner specified from the beginning what the specific need was-- without all of the panicked emotional ramblings --that we would not have had to have wasted somewhere around 20 minutes in a complicated back-&-forth of avoidable misunderstanding.
Actually passed-up a Pussy Eating opportunity with ''Mimi'' Wednesday (Feb. 23) after she'd called early in the morning just as I was preparing a large meal for myself, which I didn't think ''eating'' both in such a short span of time would make for a good combination; but I was also concerned about the state (and smell) of my current living conditions (which I did not volunteer as explanatory information), as well as explaining to her that I'd had the activities for that day pretty much planned out (although this would later prove to come-up very short in actual practice). I told her that I'd be willing to make concessions for her for the following day, but she never replied to that offer. The most ironic thing though is that for once I was actually *NOT* interested in Eating Her Pussy this time around, and just pretty much wanted the time to myself.
''Week in Review''
February 25 - 27, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
It had gotten warm enough on Friday (Feb. 25) that I'd ended-up using the fan to circulate some air in the room and cool it down a bit: this was perhaps what had contributed to my developing an unusual itchy/scratchy throat & cough issue which had managed to stick with me throughout the entirety of the weekend. On the ''plus'' side of the issue, I found myself being glad in retrospect that I had turned down Mimi's Pussy-Eating offer, otherwise I might've laid blame with her as being responsible for the transmission. I had no concerns that it might have been Coronavirus, as I'd experienced none of the ''Chemical Receptor'' sensory symptoms nor any of the breathing problems typically associated with it. I wouldn't even begin experiencing any of the annoying nasal fluid issues until later into the weekend, but damn if whatever got a hold on me wouldn't just send me into periodic (not frequent) coughing/hacking fits.
While getting myself prepared for the workday I noticed that I'd received a ''missed call'' and follow-up text from the Property Manager. Uncertain as to why they might be trying to contact me, I'd initially assumed that it might've been to inform me that they'd planned on conducting another ''unit inspection,'' but then I became a bit spooked, wondering if I'd only prepaid enough to cover only ONE YEAR of my sighed two-year lease, because I did recall that I'd not prepaid everything in advance of the full two-year stay but had only covered ''One'' year on one of my major expenses, but I could not recall which one was the odd card out. So took time while at work to do a bit of checking and discovered that it had been the ''Electric'' bill that I'd plotted out for the one-year coverage -- not only that, but by checking the record when I did I'd learn that I'd almost depleted the entirety of my advance credit, leaving only a remaining balance of just slightly over $2.
On Saturday (Feb. 26) I decided to take advantage of ''Katie'' leaving her locker at my worksite open over the weekend and actually ''RETURNED'' a Panty I'd stolen from someone.
After leaving work Sunday (Feb. 27) I decided to pull into Moog Road ''Burger King'' location for a couple of sandwiches and while there decided to snap a picture of my semi-ugly ass sitting there eating and forwarding the pic to my Mother and to Vikki in MMS text messages.
''Forgotten Mention'' *UPDATE* ~ (Feb. 27)
Came upon a dropped Five Dollar Bill on our walkway just inside the property gate, making this the second time in the past 3-6 months (? ... cannot recall, as I'd also forgotten to mention this earlier occurrence) where I'd spotted a Fiver along our property, in the previous instance having located it in the grassy strip just outside (street-side) of the fence.
Attempted to dislodge a stubborn gecko from out of the gap space between my front door and the door frame: as I was up against the clock to get back to work, making a refueling stop along the way, it wasn't certain whether I'd managed to coax the animal back outside or (as I'm more inclined to suspect) if it had found a way to sneak itself inside the apartment without my notice.
''Weekend in Review''
February 28, 2022 (Monday)
After a whole weekend of deceitful ebbing-&-flowing of symptoms, constantly giving me a false sense of hope that a full speedy recovery was just mere hours away, I was assaulted throughout the entire day by the floodgates opening in my nasal cavity, accompanied by fits of mad heavy sneezing.
Called the Property Manager just a tad shy past 11:00 this morning, expecting to be told that they'd wanted to schedule another unit inspection, for which I was hoping I could use my current state of health as a convenient excuse to put a delay on it for about a week or so in order to allow me enough time to clean/restructure my surroundings sufficiently, which would include my finally getting around to sorting through and reducing & organizing my backlog of personal documents. Instead, the call was to arrange something else that I'd hoped would be on the table but seriously doubted would be the case, considering all of the time that had been allowed to pass relating to the issue... they [finally] wanted to arrange a time for when the new set of interior doors could be installed.
20:50, Eastern Standard
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