March 4 - 10, 2022 (Friday-Thursday)
''Full Week [Weekend-start] in Review''

Decided to  ''return''  a couple more of the Panties I'd stolen from the Women's Locker Rooms at work  Friday (Mar. 4) -- but because I'd long since forgotten  ''from whom, where, and when''  I'd stolen either of them, I simply decided to make an educated ''Best Guess'' as to  ''which''  locker room I might've stolen each one from and intended to simply toss them inside each changing area's respective ''Lost-&-Found'' bin, only to decide instead to ''hang'' them both in some very conspicuous areas: the smaller of the two I'd hung upon the corner of the ledge of the blackboard-sized felt-marker notation board that was present in the first locker room I'd visited; the larger one I'd decided to hang on one of the ''towel hooks'' inside the showering room situated between the two separate locker rooms located inside one of the other buildings.

While at work I also shot and MMS'd a short video of a gathering of cranes & egrets that had visited one of the pond areas where I happened to be at the time.

Running late to work  Sunday (Mar. 6)  was made even more problematic as I was trying to find a fueling spot where either they were not running that bullshit scam of ''rotating prices'' dependent on whether the person paid in ''cash'' or ''credit'' or where the pumps had not all been shut down (as was the case in the first station I'd pulled into en route). Eventually, I pulled into a ''Mobile'' provider at the Gunn Highway / FL-54 intersection, but they managed to ''trick'' me into refilling my tank with ''mid-grade'' petrol as the pump stations' fuel-line set-ups were arranged in an unusual configuration and I was not able to decipher the unusual design until after my transaction was approved.

Rode straight out to ''MD Oriental Market'' (Brandon location) immediately after work, initially intent on trying to grab some containers of  ''lychee'' and ''lotus'' teas  (neither of which I was able to find at the ''Thai'' store on US-19, as mentioned earlier) and perhaps a container or two of  ''Snowflake Crackers.'' It took some time before I was able to locate a canister of lychee black tea (in a cardboard cylinder, rather than in the red metal cube I'd become accustomed to), but the only thing I could find involving ''lotus'' tea was only available in boxed individual ''bags'', which was confirmed by one of the store staff when asked about the availability of loose-leaf lotus tea.

I made a number of impulse purchases while there, including a couple of packages of  ''mame crackers,''  a couple of packages of some frozen mini roll/wrap thingies called  ''turonitos,''  a few packages of  ''rice candy'' mochi,  a box of pineapple snack cakes, a jar of  won bok kim chee,  a bag of bean sprouts, and a matching rice bowl and what I call a  ''bowlate''  (some sort of extra-wide shallow bowl / semi-plate thing) made of some type of ceramic, instead of melamine.

I returned to the apartment straight afterward, deciding against taking a detour to ''Lowe's'' to see about the availability of any  broccoli  seedlings and purchasing a replacement for the [supposedly] heavy-duty extension cord which had completely burned itself out into becoming completely inoperable several days prior.

The next day  (Tue., Mar. 8)  I tried mopping-up a sizable pool of water that had collected in front of the kitchen sink cabinets that I kept stepping in & getting my house-shoes stuck in. At first, I thought it might've gotten there because of some aggressive ''spray-rinsing'' of washed dishes, but the amount of water gathered in this one spot could not be explained by such reasoning, so I conducted an under-the-sink inspection and discovered that the sealing(s) around the sink basin had either deteriorated or/and otherwise come loose. Apparently, it must've just occurred right about around that time of discovery, because there were no other indications that this had been a problem for any significant length of time... so I made sure to update the Property Manager on this development as well the following morning  (Wed., Mar. 9),  when I called to schedule a date & time to have the doors put in.

After finally finishing my back-load of laundry Wednesday morning, and opening all of the windows to not only allow some fresh (and finally warm) air to circulate throughout but to also help air out that horrific ''unchanged bed'' smell out of the bedroom, I began working on constructing some sort of makeshift physical barrier around the outside crack spaces of the main door in a half-hearted attempt to deter these dambed geckos from having a convenient way of sneaking into the apartment now that they are coming back out in force now that the weather is starting to get milder again.

Because of my not being able to locate any loose-leaf Lotus Tea here locally, I decided to search for it on ''Amazon''  Thursday (Mar. 10),  only to meet with almost equal disappointment. So as a last resort of sorts, I sent my mother a text asking her if she could check at her local Asian (Vietnamese) market to see if they still stocked the one I've been looking for.

March 11 - 13, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

I knew full well not to trust my mother with trying to obtain for me the  ''Lotus Tea''  I'd requested of her, from the specific Asian Grocery Market I'd requested it from -- no matter  how specifically and how ''detailed''  I'd spelled it all out for her. So on  Friday (Mar. 11)  she yet again didn't fail to disappoint... MORE THAN A COUPLE OF TIMES -- once again reaffirming exactly why I'm always so extremely hesitant to ever ask anybody  anything  in the form of any sort of ''favor'' or ''specific request'' for something! Not only did she not read & take to heart the ''NAME'' of the type of tea I'd requested, not only did she disregard my specific mention that the canister the product was packaged in was in the form of a tall ''CYLINDAR,'' but she also sent me a snapshot of  Lychee (''Litchee'') Tea  in the  ''metal cube,''  asking me if that was what I'd meant. Then, because she said the Vietnamese market I'd specified wouldn't be open for a few hours, she decided to venture into a different ''International'' grocery market she'd spotted along the way and decide to purchase a small  ''box''  of lotus tea, sending me a picture of it  after having already purchased it  before waiting to see if she'd be receiving my approval of it first. Then, after appealing to my  ''Kanji Dictionary''  (which I hadn't resorted to using since leaving Hawaii), to ensure that I wasn't getting some  similarly named  ''infusion'' product or some-such, I once again reiterated that I'd wanted her to go to the  specific  market she knew I'd frequented and to seek out the  specific  item I'd continually requested of her (even going so far this time to including a snapshot of the Lychee Tea canister I'd recently purchased from the Asian grocery in Brandon as a  visual representation  to help her to better understand exactly what it was I was looking for, only to hear back from her several hours later reporting to me that she had already sent the ''box'' that she'd already purchased, thereby making it impossible for her to even return it back to the store from which she'd purchased it to receive a refund. Shit like this has forever been the Story of My Life... so much so that I don't even know why I continue to torture myself like this, knowing blamed well EXACTLY what I'd be setting myself up for each and every time -- from virtually  ''EVERYBODY''  I ever appeal to for any sort of favors or assistance.

I suspected that the strong windy storm would knock out electricity to our residential area while I was at work  Saturday (Mar. 12),  which was confirmed in a couple of text alerts I'd received when it occurred, but I also received alerts that  ''Internet Access''  had also temporarily been knocked out of commission around the same time (directly linked? I couldn't say or speculate at the time).

After work, I continued on to ''Lowe's'' to get a couple of replacement extension cords, and while there decided to shop the veggie/herb seedlings, hoping to find  broccoli,  but finding none available (too late getting in on it?), so I settled on a collection of fruiting plants I've continually had nothing but failures in trying to cultivate-- strawberry, squash (''straightneck''), cherry tomato, and eggplant (settling upon this since ''Japanese eggplant'' was similarly not available) --but also added to the mix a ''Red Bell Pepper'' plant for something that would hopefully live up to at least some degree of expectation. Upon returning to the apartment, following a small meal at the ''KFC'' across Lowe's parking lot, I brought the plants inside to protect them from the sharp dip in temperatures that all of the weather apps had been forecasting, placing them inside the kitchen window sill to allow them to soak in the setting sun's rays.

Finally switched-out the ripped & faded panty I'd kept on my motorcycle mirror for a ''fresher'' pair starting Friday, although the plan to to use this one merely in a temporary capacity until after I've given the machine a complete scrub-&-glow work-over before assigning something a bit more ''permanent,'' although with the goal of making the next pair something that I'll be setting-up as a ''travel-time only'' detachable display.

And speaking of panties, upon learning that the larger one I'd hung in one of the shower rooms at the worksite was still where I'd left it, I decided on  Sunday (Mar. 13),  to reclaim it and switch it out (a Victoria's Secret ''PINK'' brand with some large writing of the words, ''LOVE PINK'' on the rear) for a similarly colored ''Plain Jane'' Hane's panty of roughly similar size, just a tad smaller.

March 14, 2022 (Monday)
22:40, Eastern Daylight Time

Decided against detouring to ''Walmart'' and/or ''Sam's Club'' while returning from work (mainly because I bladder was choosing to act in hyperdrive before I'd even gotten relatively close to either of them) and returned straight to the apartment after briefly stopping along Florida Highway 54 to top-off my motorcycle's fuel tank.

After preparing & consuming a quick meal, I commenced to paying off the balances on my credit cards as well as submitting payment to cover my current health insurance premium charge. It was during these processes that I'd discovered that just a day earlier there had been some unauthorized charge registered to my ''Sam's Club/Synchrony'' MasterCard  that I immediately called to dispute -- which involved what appeared to be some Lingerie/Intimate-Wear chain called, ''SOMA'' or some-such, which had charged just over $42 against my account. Since I've only ever used the MasterCard at either ''Sam's'' or at a fueling station, I suspect the number was compromised by way of the latter, via a ''skimmer'' that someone had surreptitiously connected to the ''card reader'' of one of the pumps I'd recently used, which was likely from the refueling activity I'd engaged in the day prior  (Sat., Mar. 12),  during my trip to work. In any event, I had one of the phone representatives help cancel the unapproved charge, shutdown the account associated with that card number, and submit a payment that more closely reflected what was actually owed minus the fraudulent charge.

March 15, 2022 (Tuesday)
19:15 Eastern Daylight Time

Property Manager's maintenance/repair guy arrived as I was in the process of trying to clear & tidy the place a bit and move some things out of the way. Focusing first on the kitchen sink, it was determined that whomever the Property Management Office had contracted to put in the original replacement sink had, according to this new guy, literally done an ass-backwards job of installation (not quite in those words of course), not only assembling parts in the wrong order but also, again, according to this guy, not even having the properly sized drainage fittings, so he had to leave and return with the proper materials.

While he was out acquiring what he'd needed to work on the sink, I used that time to work on my garden, clearing the ground area in preparation for transplanting the seedlings, also removing all of the dying & shriveled fronds from my papaya tree.

While work on the sink was nearing completion, the electrical power cut out (just a minute or two shy of a quarter-past Noon): I called the power company immediately, also testing the lights & fans inside the laundry room while reporting the issue to confirm that it was a ''neighborhood'' outage. The power company sent out a text just a couple of minutes after I'd ended the call, announcing that repairs were anticipated to be completed in about three hours, but to my surprise power was restored in ten (10) minutes: their follow-up text explaining that the outage had been the result of ''fallen trees'' -- which  probably  means that they had utility crews performing work on or near one of the poles and had somehow been responsible for a mishap, which would help explain why they were able to get around to restoring power so rapidly.

I also used this ''Home Invasion'' inconvenience to motivate me to complete & submit my tax returns after electricity and Internet Access were restored.

After work inside was completed, I returned the refrigerator back into its little cubby hole between the pantry and kitchen sink, blocking the rear exit door (I'd made the not-entirely an excuse to him that I'd been keeping it placed there due to the fact that the back door never had its shade replaced prior to my moving in, despite being aware that it violated ''Fire Hazard'' regulations). I will also be removing the bathroom door and storing it away at some point, but I'm not necessarily making it a priority just yet... at least not until I'm able to arrange a ''Pussy Eating'' date to make it worth my while.

March 18 - 20, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Spent the entire weekend working through another follow-up illness that had decided to latch itself onto me the day after the door installer's visit, which had me wondering if he or anything he'd brought into the apartment or came in contact with that I wasn't vigilant about sanitizing might have acted as the possible vector, or if perhaps it was something that had somehow gotten blown-in while I'd had several windows open throughout that day.

I ran some grocery shopping errands at alternative locations for ''Aldi'' and ''Publix'' and at my neighborhood ''Winn-Dixie'' after work  Saturday (Mar. 19),  then swung by the Post Office to retrieve my package of tea.

Regarding the tea, I thought at first that the 100-gram size was going to be an issue of contention for me, but it was a sufficient enough of an amount that I could barely fit it all within my old lychee tea cube tin where I'd stored what little I'd had left of my original supply. Also of note was that according to the ''ingredients'' list, this blend my mother had sent me was a combo of  Lotus  and  Jasmine,  thus making this a unique blend I'd become ''positively'' curious about but still had yet to try.

I came home to a completely wilted  strawberry  plant after work  Sunday (Mar. 20):  of course, its canceling out on me was always expected in the deepest recesses of my mind, despite all of the hopes I'd had for it, but that death had come so suddenly and unceremoniously is what disturbed me more than its withering away at all, which was at least somewhat anticipated, but with an eye toward a more ''gradual'' degradation.

I've also been closely monitoring my tooth crowns this weekend after I'd recently become noticeably aware of the fact that for about the past couple of weeks or so I've not been experiencing the pressure pain/discomfort in my upper crown that'd almost always accompanied anytime I'd bite down on practically  anything -- no matter how ''hard'' or ''soft'' -- on that side of my face.

Also learned from a video via my Weather app that Congress is [finally] giving very serious consideration to officially putting an end to that annoying & frustrating ''Spring Forward; Fall Back'' horseshit and will be voting on whether to approve setting ''Daylight [Saving] Time'' as the new ''Standard'' for the Country. It would definitely be a very welcome adjustment for the greater betterment, but with all of the other crises (Domestic and International) weighing down and burdening the Soul of this Nation and its hyper-polarized citizenry, such a positive advancement would seem more like a bittersweet, if not hugely hollow, victory.

March 21 - 27, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Spent the entire week very reluctantly taking a break from my ''Push-Ups'' routine, as they'd resulted in causing me lingering constant pain which greatly interfered with my ability to extend or otherwise work my arms in their full range of motion without being halted in fits of sharp pain and needing to be ''gradually'' eased into full operation. I'm desperate to get myself back into the routine.

While at work  Saturday (Mar. 26)  I activated my replacement  ''MasterCard,''  which I'd retrieved from the mail en route to the jobsite. I'd actually intended to make use of the card later during an after-work detour to ''Sam's Club,'' but because of a scheduling change I'd been unaware of which had me leaving several hours earlier than I'd anticipated, I instead decided to continue on to ''Lowe's'' for a bag of ''plant food'' (only to later learn that it was not the same type of compound as the  ''Miracle Grow''  formulation I'd used previously), and to see if they hopefully had  broccoli  starter plants (which, again, they did not), then continued to the ''Walmart'' on US-19 @ Ridge Road for a few grocery items, plus a different more ''standard'' lunch bag as a replacement, or primary, for my original bag, which has become victim to various seam rips as well as riddled with holes as a result of being repeatedly penetrated by my  hashi.

I also on  Sunday (Mar. 27)  replaced another of the panties I'd stolen-- the self-elastic ''bandless'' wafer-thin number --back inside the particular locker room I'm nearly certain was the one I'd taken them from, naughtily hanging them upon the ''fire alarm'' strobing unit inside.

March 28, 2022 (Monday)
17:25, Eastern Daylight Time

Worked-up the urge to prepare and carefully ask Neighbor ''Heather'' if she enjoyed having her Pussy Licked, after she had come to my apartment a short time after my return from work to claim the delivered ''Walmart'' package that had been left outside her apartment door which I'd grabbed & taken with me for safekeeping while heading off to work earlier, as I'd been running late and couldn't make the extra time to bring it inside and leave a note for her. I'll admit that I wasn't prepared for her quick ''No'' response: I followed-up by explaining to her that I'd been entertaining curiousity about what it might be like to Go Down on a girl of her larger size, as I told her that she was bigger than other larger ladies I'd become similarly intimate with.

Immediately after that brief discussion, I dumped the trash I'd just been about to take out right as she'd called upon me, then I climbed my papaya tree to pick-off the fully ripened fruit that was there, leaving another one that had just started the process of ripening undisturbed.

Also sent my mother a couple of MMS video-texts: one of where I'd captured a pond fountain with Luna and Venus off in the background this morning; the other of a ''rainbow'' I'd made while I was fertilizing/watering my garden from Saturday.

April 1 - 3, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Found myself having to work with ''The Snake''  Friday (Apr. 1),  as my regular shift partner had requested the time off to help his wife with some sort of arts-&-crafts job hustle that's part of her business venture.

On my way back from work on  Saturday (Apr. 2),  , I detoured to my local ''Lowe's'' to check their potted plantlings again for broccoli, and again not finding any, although this time I actually found that they now had  Japanese Eggplant  in stock, which I responded to by purchasing two pots, along with a string bean plant.

Immediately afterward, I crossed the lot over into the ''KFC/TacoHell'' hybrid to redeem the ''Survey Coupon'' from my previous visit and ordered their chicken breast sandwich, per requirement. Despite repeatedly making it clearly known that I'd wanted a substitution of ''barbecue sauce'' for their ''mayonnaise-based'' condiment, I was still given a plain ''sauceless'' sandwich, which actually turned out to be a fortunate accident, as it required me to become fully immersed into the reality of the utter  FLAVORLESSNESS  of their sandwich, which was not even close to being an issue with either ''Popeyes'' or ''Chick-fil-A'' -- ranking their sandwich offerings from 'Worst-to-Best'.

I'd decided to postpone setting the new plants out into the garden out of concerns for the storms that were moving their way through and the chilly air they brought with them. Instead, I brought them a into the apartment, set them upon the kitchen window sill, and illuminated them (to whatever extent it may or may not have been beneficial) through the window with the outside overhead doorway light in lieu of any sunlight which was being heavily masked over by the storm clouds. I finally proceeded to plant everything outside in the open after I'd returned from work  Sunday (Apr. 3)  once the clouds started giving way to some clear sunny skies.

I genuinely cannot recall if it was as I was leaving for work Friday or when I was returning from work on Saturday when I first took notice of the fact that the strawberry plant, which I'd lazily delayed removing from the porch planter & tossing out, had begun sprouting anew with a tiny cluster of new leaves emerging from the center of the seemingly dead plant: as a result, this discovery now prevents me from repurposing the pot to support a different (undetermined) plant.

When I saw on Sunday that ''Amazon'' had again increased the price on the ''Harney & Sons'' tea I'd highlighted on reserve, I decided to conduct an online search for the item elsewhere and came across their own website which featured mass varieties of tea products, offering their own direct sales, and all at ridiculously prices than anything listed on Amazon... AND  they offered their own ''Free Shipping'' of their product (no minimum order restriction)... AND  when I'd finally decided which varieties [in addition to the original ''Paris'' version I was initially interested in] I'd wanted to purchase (Apricot, Mango, and Passion Fruit -- all ''Black Tea'' blends), my order was also credited with an additional $2 discount, bringing my final total of three 4oz. and one 7oz. tins to $39.50! (Where the hell now I'm going to find sufficient space to store them all once they arrive was truly not well thought out.)

Right after placing my tea order, I placed the ''Amazon'' order I'd held on standby for the past several weeks (consisting mostly of DVD movies, but also including expanded memory for my phone-- which had experienced two price increases back-to-back --and a new set of ''rainbow metal'' spoons to use as my ''Lunch Break'' go-to back-up set): I'd delayed making these purchases until entering into the April month, as this was when one of my credit cards increased my ''Cash Back Rewards'' to 5% for any Amazon purchases made during the Quarter.

My arm movements remained restricted and continued to flare-up in intense pain throughout the entirety of the week, but by the end of the weekend I'd managed to regain  some  degree of range with a bit of lessened discomfort, but still having a ways to go before I can consider it as being a path back to ''normal.''

April 4 - 10, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Picked the two fully ripened papaya from my garden tree after returning from work  Monday (Apr. 4)  ~ one of which had a large bored hole in it, implying that it had been worm-infested (as had been the last one I'd harvested, though that one did not show any evident signs of violation); the second fruit, despite my concerns due to some seemingly related-looking blemishes, was later [the next morning, Tuesday, Apr. 5] determined to be okay.

For practically the entirety of these two days straight I'd found myself unusually tired & and completely unmotivated, hiding in bed under the covers sleeping virtually non-stop outside of urination calls.

One of several things keeping my spirits low and in the dumps was the fact that my  ''Audacity''  audio editing program was still behaving in a ''defective'' manner in that it was continuing to refuse to record any sounds from any attempted source -- and no amount of ''inquiry hunting'' and reading articles or watching video tutorials resulting from those searches, were able to address the specific issues I'd been having with the program, let alone helping me to ''fix'' them -- even attempts at uninstalling/reinstalling the program would not correct the problem which seemingly came out of nowhere a week or so ago. So on Tuesday, after feeling forced against a wall and being left with no other choice, I searched for viable alternatives to download & try, deciding on three: one of which seemingly working well with microphone use, so I took advantage of that discovery to record an off-the-cuff ''Introduction'' rant-&-rave commentary video to post to my new[ish] and only ''Who?Tube'' channel I'm ever engaged with anymore, mainly to explain and complain about the planned commentary/critique video upload that I'd been intending to produce since late-February but which kept getting pushed back further and further into irrelevancy as a result of my back-to-back illnesses and subsequent software fails.

I was expecting to go into work to cover for another of our co-workers on a ''Thursday,'' as I'd agreed, but I could not recall ''which'' week I was expected to do so, and so I emailed our immediate supervisor on  ''This'' Thursday (Apr. 7)  to get the right answer; I'd received his reply about an hour and a half later stating in the negative.

Sat. after = I rolled into our area ''Chik-fil-A'' during the return trip from work  Saturday (Apr. 9),  right after first taking a snapshot of ''Trinity Hospital's'' roadside welcome sign for an intended posting to the primary ''reddit community'' I'd become a member of.

Upon the final leg of the trip back to the apartment, I stopped into the Post Office to see if the package I'd been expecting from ''Amazon'' had arrived: while there I noticed that someone had left their set of keys-- which looked to include a house key and a ''Kia'' remote key --hanging inside one of the P.O. Boxes: I had to go around back in order to secure them with one of the staffers and informed her in which Box I'd found them, later feeling foolish that I hadn't first ''tested'' the key to make sure that the keys were actually associated with the Box the Post Office key was resting in.

I picked last remaining papaya from my tree upon arrival back to the apartment... or more accurately, I'd  ''shaken it loose''  as I was attempting to scale up the tree to acquire it.

Later in the day, after a testing the performances of the alternative audio editing programs, and doing some more curious tweaking around within ''Audacity,'' I was able to uncover the ''Fix'' for the program's inability to record from any audio source MYSELF... without ANY help from anybody's articles or tutorials -- I'm still determined to keep the new alternatives I'd installed as supplemental & back-up programs that's I'll try to explore in more depth as time progresses.

April 11 - 14, 2022 (Monday-Thursday)
''Week in Review''

Proceeded to switch-out my phone's memory card  Tuesday (Apr. 12) -- my intention was to use its larger capacity to transfer some of my downloaded apps in order to free-up some of the phone's ''internal'' memory, following the steps of several tutorial videos, only to discover that phone seemingly refuses to allow that flexibility so that I could not benefit from the using that as an option.

A while later, as I was about to toss out a couple of empty jelly preserves jars, I instead decided to wash them out and re-purpose them as ''pee jars,'' as a response to my frustration of constantly and frequently being inconveniently assaulted with the irritating urge to run to the toilet -- especially throughout my sleeping cycle.

While paying-off my credit cards  Wednesday (Apr. 13)  I took a few moments to review my current ''rewards'' incentives and earnings, whereupon I'd learn that the 5% cash-back on groceries promotion period that came with my second  ''CHASE''  card had ended in January, when I'd believed there were still several months left before that feature would be deactivated: which means that in order to receive the 5% back perk on groceries I must now rely on that specific seasonal promotion when it comes back around on my secondary ''CHASE'' card account.

Messing around with the phone apps again on  Thursday (Apr. 14),  deciding to skim through every single one of them to confirm that transfers from internal memory was being restricted ubiquitously, it turned out that there were indeed several downloaded apps (not many) that actually could moved over to the outside expanded memory.

A short time after making the app rearrangements on my phone, I visited ''Retail Me Not'' and intended to use a 10%-off promo code I'd found there with the intention of purchasing additional data after learning that I'd recently consumed through all that I'd been allotted on the last ''year-long 'unlimited talk/text' plan'' I'd purchased the during my last visit to Virginia. It was as I was trying relentlessly to access my account due to various glitches, especially after being faced with their system's refusal to acknowledge and accept my password, I contacted ''tracfone'' to have them reset my password so that I could get back inside my account and purchase my data. As I was re-establishing the password I'd [thought I'd] associated with the account, I noted that there were certain ''personal information'' details that had needed updating: it was also during this internal activity that I'd discovered that I'd earned enough ''reward points'' with their own incentive program that I was able to add one free GB of data to my phoned, so I'd decided to use that option here instead, saving the ''Big Data'' purchase for another time down the line.

Later in the evening, I finally decided to get around to completing my ''Girls' Lockers Combinations'' transcription that I'd been putting off all of forever, but decided that I'd better get around to it, especially now that transferred almost the entirety of the files I'd kept tethered to the phone's storage over to the PC, deciding to re-dedicate some of this time on the project to not only take advantage of the clean storage space so that I can structure & re-organize it get better control over it and make navigating through it much simpler and less chaotic, but also so I could once and for all permanently purge the ''cheat sheets'' of all of the combinations I'd taken snapshots of months or years ago out of phone altogether... as a ''Just In Case'' self-protective measure.

April 15 - 17, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

On my way to work  Friday (Apr. 15)  I came across a man laid-out on the sidewalk of Florida Highway 54 just a few meters before the ''Old County Road 54'' bridge, with his feet just dangling over the curb: because of the pulsing ''bicycle light'' he had on him, I assumed had probably been out jogging and had for some reason fallen out. I pulled back around, taking my motorcycle onto the sidewalk, to check on him; he became alert and told me that he was alright, explaining that he was merely resting a spell before continuing on to his residence which he claimed was somewhere in the general vicinity, because of some unknown pain he was experiencing in his lower leg near his ankle, which he suspected might have been attributed to a spider bite.

Saturday  at work  (Apr. 16)  was  Victoria's Secret ''Pink''  Day for me, as two associated items played a role in my on-site activities: the first instance being my coming across a large-size of one of their seamless  ''Love Pink''  branded panties inside one of the unsecured lockers at the worksite's smallest changing/showering room, which I took even despite the fact that there was no ''Pussy Scent'' detectable, which I thought would've/should've been the case; this was later followed by my placing an online order while still at work for their  ''Warm & Cozy''  brand of body mist, which I'd first discovered a couple of weeks prior from rummaging around inside another girl's locker in a different on-site location and decided I'd really liked after trying some on (which is something I'm often inclined to do whenever I'm rifling through lockers and find various scented sprays within) -- I decided to order two bottles just a couple of hours prior to clock-out time.

While passing by one of the decorative fountains on site, I was inspired to check the status of the pictures & video I'd taken of it with my phone to see if I'd kept them on the device or had transferred them to the PC: this was when I noticed that I'd received a text from Mother asking me to call her right after work as she believed he'd fallen prey to the one of those Kolkata, India phone scams. I called her right away, and the explanation she gave of what she'd gone through verified that she had indeed fallen victim to the  ''Amazon refund''  gift card shakedown, and claimed that she had not only been taken for $3,000 but worse had also surrendered her Social Security number to these frauds. I wound-up spending nearly every moment of entire rest of the day, and much of the next, feeling bitterly angry and disappointed with her, because of my frequently informing her and trying to keep her updated on the goings-on with these cyber-criminals, giving her tips on on what ''Red Flags'' to be on the lookout for, on what NOT to do under any circumstances (most importantly the one about NEVER surrendering your SSN over the phone or in replying to an email): but I was also feeling extremely bitter toward her on the basis that she always seemed to fully understand many of these tricks & what was at stake, and seemed more than sophisticated enough to not allow herself to fall sucker for such obvious trickery -- guess life's full of all sorts of surprises, then.... As my/her/our phone(s) began fizzling out, I sent her the links to the FTC fraud response/reporting website with instructions on how to possibly/hopefully reclaim [some of] her lost funds and told her to get on it  ''IMMEDIATELY.''

After Pau Hana Time I'd intended to stop along the way to use my Chick-fil-A ''free sammich'' promo QVC, but because I hadn't been informed of an alteration to my schedule on this particular day I had to make an adjustment in my after-work plans, stopping first into ''Sam's Club,'' (after I'd verified the previous day that the card still active ~ through 'til mid-May), originally intending to purchase a bag of grapefruit, but settling for large navel oranges instead when I'd learned that grapefruit were not being stocked during this visit; I'd also purchased a bag of cooked shrimp and needless 3-lb. bunch of ''organic'' bananas: then managed to cut my final costs almost in half by using the $14 ''cash-back rewards'' credit to complete the purchase. I would then continue on to our area Chick-fil-A after dropping off my ''Sam's'' items at the apartment, then I would retrieve the teas I'd ordered from the Post Office.

Didn't receive any kind of a follow-up from my mother until a morning text  Sunday (Apr. 17):  the ''full details'' of exactly how she was affected, and what was either stopped or recovered, were still not entirely clear outside of her mentioning that she'd filed reports with local police and the FTC along with making calls to the issuers of her Credit Cards to get those accounts shut down and replaced... and she made it seem that maybe she'd managed to get ''SOME'' reimbursement from the Gift Card purchases (I'll inquire of more details later).

April 22 - 24, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Several hours prior to leaving for work  Friday (Apr. 22)  I composed an email for ''Gracie'' with detailed warnings on what to look out for and how to protect herself against any of the various online scams that are being run, in light of what had just happened to my Mother; because of the depths of detail I'd gone into with that email, I decided to ''CC'' the entire thing both to my Mother (for deeper & additional insights into how to protect against future attacks) and to my ''Sister'' Vikki.

A few minutes prior to leaving work  Saturday (Apr. 23)  our site supervisor pulled me aside to discuss some scheduling readjusting as it involved several new issues with the work crew, including the requested transfer of my current partner who'd determined that he's finally fed-up with life in Florida.

Included in this discussion was ''Confidential'' information he's shared with me concerning discussions with our employer to try to get them to agree to granting us an increase in our base pay rates, to rise gradually in conjunction with the rising Florida State's ''$15 Minimum."

In direct association with these revelations, he segued into trying to offer an ''Advancement Opportunity'' to my, which while requiring me to take on more responsibility (with the incentive of [possibly] receiving an additional bump in the pay scale) came attached with his desire to entice me to tack-on an additional workday to my current schedule routine. I told him that not only would I need to think long and hard about it, but even if agreeing to the additional responsibility & title, I'd still require a considerable amount of training in order to somewhat comfortably transition into such a position.

Sometime after returning from work  Sunday (Apr. 24)  I was thinking about & considering sending a text to my Moms in an attempt to get some sort of a follow-update regarding her post-crisis situation, but deciding to continue to allow her whatever recovery & readjustment time she required before she felt comfortable enough to do her herself organically without any prompting from my end: as it would happen, less than a half-minute after those thoughts I'd received a text from her, which I'd responded to with a direct phone call. During our nearly two-hour discussion I managed to get her to share that after all of her running about trying to do damage control she was still on the hook for $1,000 (via two $500 gift cards from ''macy's.''

After concluding the call, I logged into my ''amazon'' account to get some idea as to why my  ''Victoria's/PINK''  scents were taking so long to arrive, whereupon I'd discovered that I'd failed to finalize the order.

April 29 - May 1, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

Got sent home early from my job  Saturday (Apr. 30),  as a result of yet again some ''trigger-happy'' offense-taking sensitive eunt taking a picture of my handlebar panties and alerting the ''higher-ups'' so that our immediate supervisor had it brought to his attention and in fashion got heat for the ''scandal.'' A short time after I'd finally returned to the apartment I'd received a follow-up text and email from our supervisor saying that he would be taking me off of schedule until we could discuss the issue further on Monday, to which I'd responded with an acknowledgment as well as with the offer of being willing to accept a transfer elsewhere if everyone there was so hypersensitive about it that it'd make them feel better to be clear of my presence.

In all honesty however, I'm somewhat conflicted about how I should respond to whatever they decide of my state of employment fate with them. On the one hand, I'm not crazy about any disruptions in my [relatively] stable work/break routine as established, whether it means taking an extended break between jobs, or finding a position elsewhere which might [likely] involve my having to work longer and/or more undesirable hours; yet on the other hand, a removal could possibly facilitate my motivation to try harder to seek something perhaps closer to my residential location, or at the very least in a place/situation where my contact and interactions with with fellow humans might be reduced even further.

If it should become that my presence is no longer desired at my current job location, one of the very positive and desirable benefits of my removal would be that it would effectively separate me from any ability to continue falling into the temptation of my  ''panty thieving''  activities.

I tried sending my Dad a ''checkin-onya'' text  Friday (Apr. 29)  which came back as ''undeliverable,'' so I followed that up with one sent to his lady housemate, but still as of the close of the weekend I've not yet received any word back from her either.

May 3, 2022 (Tuesday)
21:40, Eastern Daylight Time

Finally received word on the status of my continued employment situation at my jobsite today -- or perhaps I should more accurately refer to it as having  ''reviewed''  word on my status, as the email I'd received from our site supervisor had been sent/received earlier in the morning and I'd not become aware of it until much later in the early evening. I sent a reply again acknowledging and apologizing for the situations surrounding these disruptions, and asked whether I should institute a transitional ''wait-out'' phase to allow him to try to arrange a position for me elsewhere or if I should follow-through on my own efforts -- the latter of which I'm not feeling pressured to engage in at current time.

As far as any reactions on my part, I'm seeing one other positive net from this removal as being that wherever I may find myself next getting established employment-wise, it'll very likely provide me (finally) with a reasonably more  predictable and consistent  normal work schedule that I can better rely on without all of the alterations, disruptions and surprises ~ six years of that nonsense should be more than enough.

May 5, 2022 (Thursday)
23:45, Eastern Daylight Time

Lost a day, thinking it was still Wednesday.

Texted my [former] supervisor in response to an email he'd sent a few hours earlier which I wasn't able to get to at the time as I was sleeping and thus unaware of it: he called back a few hours later with information on whom I should contact regarding a return-to-work strategy based on the contact info he'd provided a few days earlier.

Texted my mother to try to get a sense of her current situation, given the fact that I'd not heard from her in the past several days, thus my concern: still hadn't heard anything back from her by night's end -- decided to call with about 10 minutes remaining in the Thursday hours.

May 9, 2022 (Monday)
23:35, Eastern Daylight Time

Called the number provided by my now  ''former''  site supervisor, following-up on his suggestion/recommendation (after confirming that he'd probably done little to next to nothing to help me get better connected into the network and newly positioned... as per his consistency). I began placing calls just shortly after 10:00, hitting the answering machine each time and refusing to leave a message. After about the third attempt I'd received a text informing me that I would be contacted later... which would translate into being an ''hour'' later, but we did begin a discussion, followed by the promise to transfer my information to a different regional manager who would be able to better look into the possibility of finding something closer to my area and not in/around Tampa.

I was then contacted relatively quickly by the second person, and he informed me of something that appeared to be making itself available in the ''Spring Hill'' area.

I was then contacted again by a third person, this one directly connected with the location in question but who was not responsible for the actual interviewing & scheduling aspects of any of it. In this instance, I was provided with the specific address and given a contact name along with a time to meet with my contact.

I was also encouraged to bring along a résumé, at which suggestion I began trying to dig through where I thought I might have stored the thing away, eventually coming to the realization that I'd likely had much if not most of that information already stored on my hard drive, which proved to be true but which required a significant amount of ''information updating'' and cosmetic tweaking so much so that, off and on, it took me nearly 12-hours to finally get it all in an [more] accurate and cleaner presentation, especially considering an unrealized highly inaccurate error that required me to resort to my collection of paycheck stubs which I still kept in storage (...I was fascinated to [re]learn how much time I'd actually spent being hired with certain companies I'd worked for back home [Hawaii]).

I also got frustrated to the point with these invading fruit flies (which I have no idea where they're coming in from, as even up to present, except for that one time back in February when we had that unseasonably warm spell, I've been keeping all of the windows closed and not leaving the door open for any degree of time outside of quickly entering & exiting) that I'd FINALLY decided to try that ''homemade deathtrap'' set-up for them using apple cider vinegar -- but of course, true to form, my initial attempts resulted in my spilling out contents. What I did learn though is, true to hype, the stuff really does attract them almost  instantaneously,  but they seemed more inclined to flitter around along the ground in areas in close proximity to where I've stationed the trap, rather than actually landing anywhere upon or inside of it. Outside of that, it apparently wasn't effective at anything other than stinking the place up to High Heaven!

May 10, 2022 (Tuesday)
21:55, Eastern Daylight Time

Preparing for my Interview I proceeded to withdraw all of the ''paper cash'' I had on-hand, with the intention of stopping by at the bank at some point to exchange them for rolls of Quarters (for laundry); in so doing, I was reminded of the $5-bill I'd found inside our gate at the end of February, and noticing how mucky & grungy the thing looked, and how still it felt, I'd decided to bathe it (money laundering? XD), which led to my discovery that what I'd had all of this time was in fact a  ''pair''  of Five-Dollar Bills stuck together.

The trip to the potential jobsite location took nearly the same amount of travel time as my former jobsite, and the distance was also barely an improvement, though either did not quite  ''feel''  as taxing, possibly because of the entire trip to the location required remaining on the US-19 murder strip.

My first order of business however was to continue on past the turn-off a ways to run off physical copies of my ''résumé'' at the ''Staples'' location in the area, only to run into the problem of the first page breaking the format I'd set for it. According to the copy/packaging center staffer, it seemed that this was the result of a conflict between translating from  ''Rich Text Format'' (.rtf),  in which I'd saved the documents in ''OpenOffice,'' and  ''Microsoft Word'' (.doc),  which was the only Word Processing platform to which they had access in order to read/write text documents (they also had  ''WordPad''  available, but it similarly would corrupt the text format). He was kind enough to try to tweak what I'd done a bit to get everything lined-up and on a single sheet, then was doubly kind as to allow me to take what I had without charge.

I felt as if I'd made a good impression with the immediate site supervisor at the potential new location, even though I was really not ''feeling it'' as being anything resembling any sort of a perfect fit, but I was still willing (and actually expecting) to be added to their roster.

I forgot to get Quarters on the way back, even though I was occasionally half-assed peeping for a bank branch for that very purpose; and I'd halfway played with the idea of detouring off onto Ridge Road to order a pizza from ''Dominos'' -- instead, I decided to head straight back to the apartment only briefly, just long enough to order said pizza online before going right back out to pick-up the order. It was during this Order-&-Pickup process that I'd realized that I'd inadvertently left my thumb drive at the copier center (in fact, I think what had happened is that we were both in such a rush that he'd forgotten to remove it from the reader and return it to me and I had totally not realized that I'd not received it back from him ~ I would call later in the afternoon to confirm this.

While trying to snack on my pizza and addressing a failed ''gotcha'' response to a comment I'd left on somebody's ''Who?Tube'' upload, the Region Manager called me to inform me that my placement at the location I'd just interviewed at would not be able to take me on as they would not be able to accommodate my scheduling preferences, so he said he'd consider me for other possibilities that appeared to be in development over the next couple of weeks, but that in the meantime, just to get me active and to put a bit of cash in pocket, he wanted to interest me in a  ''temporary''  weekend position deeper within Tampa City, that would have me covering for the regular guy who had reportedly gotten himself injured in an automobile wreck and would be out for recovery. Initially, I tried to beg-off of the placement, but then decided that I'd probably do well to take it as it was ''temporary'' and it could keep me in their mind as well as in their system... plus pad my bank account a little bit during this ''mini-hiatus.''

Around this same time, I'd proceeded to try to ''re-tweak'' my ''résumé'' according to a new-ish text layout and saving these updated versions in a more ''Microsoft Word'' reading/writing compatible format.

Also experiencing a relatively minor but still annoying migraine that has been persistently hounding me throughout the entirety of the day.

And while taking a shower, I'm beginning to think that these fruit flies may be finding their way inside through the bathroom's ceiling fan?

May 12, 2022 (Thursday)
23:45, Eastern Daylight Time

Since I hadn't heard anything the previous day regarding the temporary position I'd been informed of, I called this morning to get an update regarding when to expect to become acquainted with the site in question: I was told that they were just about to look into it and get back to me on it.

Shortly after that call had concluded I received a text from ''Mimi'' inquiring when I'd be available to welcome her for some of my specialized ''Stress Relief'' technique, informing me that she'd been absent for so long due to having gotten herself involved in second automobile wreck and that she'd been spending time recuperating. I informed her that based on what I'd been told & inferred from the company representatives I'd most likely be available to accommodate her during this upcoming Tuesday. When she informed me that Thursdays would work better for her, I suggested that she standby for a spell until I'd received my call so I could inform her if I could treat her later tonight. As it approached close to 14:00 hrs. I'd determined that I was not going to receive that follow-up call today, so I told her that if she wanted to swing by later tonight, as she'd offered, she'd be welcome.

I then left the apartment to go retrieve my USB drive from the Spring Hill ''Staples'' where I'd left it (timed as a half-hour + minutes one-way direct ride), then pulled into the area ''Long John Silvers / A&W,'' used the restroom, then went to the counter to order, only to be told that the interior was supposed to be closed and they had not been aware that the door I'd entered through was open: it was revealed that they'd closed interior access because they were seriously understaffed -- in fact, after she had revealed this, I could recall having only seen herself and one other woman working behind the counter, but that did not necessarily mean there wasn't any additional person(s) further back in the kitchen area.

Rather than returning directly to the apartment, I detoured to ''Winn-Dixie'' to inquire about the possibility of having the 1/2-liter bottle cases of  ''Crystal Springs''  drinking water ''special ordered,'' of which I was informed that it wasn't likely, and the only variety they could get in store were those ''gallon milk jugs'' that leach that nasty plastic taste into the water.

I used the pending visit as additional motivation to intensify clearing & organizing things around the apartment, especially with regard to the chaotic mess of paper documents that I've been periodically trying to sift and sort through, largely in attempt to relocate my medical records so that I can stop delaying scheduling my eye exam(s).

At around 20:50, Mimi texted me again, saying she'd closed-up shop and asking me if I still wanted her to come over as she said it had started raining hard: I left the decision to her, saying that whatever decision she made for the sake of her own convenience I'd offer her my full support, at which she said she'd continue the trip, whereby she'd arrived about a half-hour later. The apartment was chilly, as I'd opened all of the windows in order to try to get that vinegar smell out of the place, which I also tried to cover over with an over-abundance of air freshener spray and burning incense. She spent something like an hour (roughly) before returning to her place of residence.

May 13 - 15, 2022 (Friday-Sunday)
''Weekend in Review''

I woke-up  Friday (May 13)  having still received no follow-up call from the Regional Supervisor regarding when I would've been expected to arrive at the temporary job location in order to get acquainted with my duties, etc. After some time of thinking about it, I decided to check online at our employees' account site-- something I've almost NEVER used or felt any need to use while at my former job site --and learned that instead of calling me back with the information  directly  he'd decided to post that information on the account site, and it had revealed that I should've been on location an hour prior. Fortunately, since it was not technically a ''regular'' work scheduling, but more of a ''Get Acquainted'' session, I was permitted to go in ASAP and inform him as to when I'd arrived.

I followed the  ''Google Maps''  route to the jobsite via ''Interstate 275,'' which feels like an even more terrifying ''death-trap'' than all of my complaints about U.S. Highway 19, so much so that I was on-edge in a practically persistent state of panic the entire time I was on that freeway. During the trip, I'd missed my exit, so I decided to double-back, but in so doing I'd found myself traveling on ''Interstate 4'' (I would later learn that I hadn't actually been misdirected, but that, thanks to Florida's head-up-the-ass road-naming conventions, I-275 changes its designation to I-4). I would finally arrive on site around 21:35; my instruction in the job duties was concluded three hours early at 23:30, as the on-site staff was under additional pressure due to some local events they claimed they needed the extra manpower for.

My ''technically'' first day at the new/temporary worksite on  Saturday (May 14)  I'd managed to arrive on-site literally at the ''last-minute''; not having been instructed thoroughly with every procedure of and for the job, I called our automated system to sign-in to acknowledge my on-time arrival. Three and a half hours into the workshift I received a call from the Region Supervisor stating that the ''Site Supervisor,'' whom I would now learn I was supposed to meet with in-person upon my arrival, was unaware of my presence, so we had to clear up that mishap after several follow-up calls and a face-to-face meet-up later.

On my return to jobsite  Sunday (May 15)  I'd gotten so disoriented inside Tampa City that I'd managed to get lost several times, and  ''Google Maps''  was doing little to help get me oriented right again, so in the end, by time I'd managed to finally figure it all out, I'd arrived on site a bit over 45-minutes late.

I'd brought a ''lunch'' with me, knowing there was a refrigerator on-site but not entirely certain if a microwave was provided: upon learning there was no way to reheat my casserole, I was reduced to having to eat it ''cold,'' and apparently it never reached a low-enough temperature during my over-two hours of being inside my hot underseat motorcycle compartment to encourage the growth of any (or any significant amount of) food poisoning-inducing bacteria.

May 16 - 22, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full-Week in Review''

During my trip back to the apartment from work  Monday (May 16)  I was so dead tired that I'd virtually fallen asleep on my motorcycle while in traffic several times (on ''US Highway 19'', no less), and as a result canceled my plan to pay a visit to ''Sam's Club'' for God only knows what reason I'd had for even wanting to go inside there anyway. Once back inside the apartment I prioritized taking a shower to wash off the mosquito repellent I'd covered myself in, then went directly to bed, being so burnt out that I'd managed to sleep throughout the entirety of the day/night and well into next Morning  (Tue., May 17),  waking-up still dead tired and completely unmotivated to do much of anything, even eat.

I finally became determined to respond to an email I'd received just before the weekend from ''Spectrum'' regarding the Government's  ''Affordable Connectivity Program'' (''ACP'')  to increase Internet speed after experiencing multiple rebuffering lags while trying to watch live streams of the latest developments in  ''Depp v. Heard''  trial, particularly/especially the ''Cross-Examination'' of Amber Heard phase. The ''Spectrum'' representative explained the details and application procedures I'd need to follow and said that he'd send me a direct link to the specific ''FCC'' page to fill-out the initial application to see if I'd qualify, but upon never receiving the email with said link, I conducted a search for the appropriate link(s) myself and registered an account and applied for the credit: I would learn afterward that the email I'd been waiting to receive from ''Spectrum'' had been redirected to the ''Spam'' Folder. Even after qualifying for it a few days later however, I still decided not to pursue it, mainly because I'd already paid so far in advance, and if I'd decided to use the credit to boost my Internet speeds it would only be temporary until the subsidy program was decommissioned.

Took my remaining greeting card to work with me  Saturday (May 21)  and wrote a message inside of it while there, mainly to ask about why everyone's been having such difficulty in trying to contact him of late: I dropped it off into the mail delivery slot at the Post Office while on my way back to work  Sunday (May 22).

Also while on my way to work I realized that I'd forgotten to bring a spoon with me, for the (cold) can of soup I'd planned on consuming during my ''lunch break'' -- but rather than wasting any more time just to go back to the apartment for a single item I'd only inconvenienced myself without, I decided instead to stop into the closest ''Publix''  in proximity to the worksite (not far from the Football Stadium) for some bread and luncheon meat... also grabbing a pack of Swiss cheese, a couple of bottles of vinegar/oil based salad dressings for condiment, and a pack of red grapes to supply a pseudo-part of the ''flavored fluid'' portion of the meal. Naturally, I would not be able to eat all of what I'd bought (barely even a good effort), so I'd placed the meat & cheese inside the freezer compartment of refrigerator on site, to take home with me at the end of shift, and  hope  they'd arrive at the apartment either still partially frozen or at least fridge-temperatures cold after riding for over an hour inside the hot underseat motorcycle compartment.

May 23 - 29, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Returning from work  Monday (May 23)  I inspected my fruit garden and was surprised that I'd since received a nice little produce crop from the green beans plant, plus noticed a few ripe tomatoes from my tomato plant, but found that they weren't quite what I was expecting of ''Cherry Tomatoes,'' as these were what I'd considered to be teeny-tiny ''Micro'' sized, smaller than marbles.

Finally reached the point of utter indignation with regard to these dark discolored [ingrown hair?] spots covering my right thigh constantly fucking with my mind, making me believe that they're finally going to start subsiding only to flair-up again, that I'd finally snapped in anger & frustration and on  Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday respectively (May 24, 25, 26)  I'd scraped-down the three most problematic ones which were being my greatest nuisance with a torn off section of gritty sandpaper! Unfortunately, my method was neither very precise or significantly deep enough to make what I'd believe would be a reasonably effective corrective impact.

I was awoken Thursday Morning by a ringtone I did not immediately recognize, so when I decided to look at it a few seconds later, I'd seen that it had come from my Dad's wife. I called back shortly and spoke with her for a while before she woke him up and handed the phone off to him: during my brief conversation with her, she'd said enough to lead to the speculation that he may be approaching his final stop, and that he's been having to deal with ''mild dementia,'' which is the last thing I needed to hear, now that this confirms that I'm at Alzheimer's risk based upon family health history from  both sides  of my genetic tree.

My Father and I stayed on the line for two hours before ending the call, after he'd confessed that during one of my ranting phases he'd nodded off to sleep. I also tried to soothe his concerns periodically by referring back to some of our times spent together during my childhood, or reminding him of how he'd inspired me to pursue various interests.

I called my Mother later that night to discuss this conversation, but I did not receive an answer, so I sent a text explaining that I'd call back at at later time. Instead, she called me the following morning  (Fri, May 27)  before I'd gotten around to calling her myself at my own time, and we discussed that and other issues, both related and unrelated, but mostly related in either a direct or indirect way.

During this conversation I/we had to be subjected to more obnoxious foliage clearing work taking place for a second day in a row in the rear of the apartments structure: it was during a toilet break that I'd observed (through the window I'd left open since the previous night) that the team of individuals performing the work was a Convict Work Crew. Then as if that all wasn't annoying enough, the regularly contracted groundskeeper came onto the scene later in the afternoon to blare his noise in the front/common area.

Since during part of my discussion with my Mother was in relation to current employment situation, I later decided to investigate and get the details regarding those related stats and discovered that even with the loss of four work-hours as compared to my former work location, because of the higher pay rate at the current location I found that I'm actually earning at least as much, and possibly more, than what I was (haven't yet tabulated it in a detailed breakdown, because I'd still need to factor in the ''paid training'' portion). During that review I also took a look at my schedule and found that I'd been added for an additional week, but everything beyond that has thus far remainied blank.

A few hours later, I also finally managed to uncover my medical records, so that I no longer have that as an excuse for putting off my appointments.

It wasn't until after I'd spent some time at the worksite  Saturday (May 28)  that I decided to look into the weekly working hours differences between my former and ''currently'' current location and discovered that instead of losing ''four'' work hours I'm instead currently working almost the exact same amount of hours as my previous jobsite, with it equating generally to a single hour's difference on seeming average, only with the  occasional  four-hours' difference.

While checking that information, I also decided to do another ''update check'' with regard to the scheduling and learned that I'd been extended by at least one more week on top of the most recently mentioned check.

May 23 - 29, 2022 (Monday-Sunday)
''Full Week in Review''

Returning from work  Monday (May 23)  I inspected my fruit garden and was surprised that I'd since received a nice little produce crop from the green beans plant, plus noticed a few ripe tomatoes from my tomato plant, but found that they weren't quite what I was expecting of ''Cherry Tomatoes,'' as these were what I'd considered to be teeny-tiny ''Micro'' sized, smaller than marbles.

Finally reached the point of utter indignation with regard to these dark discolored [ingrown hair?] spots covering my right thigh constantly fucking with my mind, making me believe that they're finally going to start subsiding only to flair-up again, that I'd finally snapped in anger & frustration and on  Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday respectively (May 24, 25, 26)  I'd scraped-down the three most problematic ones which were being my greatest nuisance with a torn off section of gritty sandpaper! Unfortunately, my method was neither very precise or significantly deep enough to make what I'd believe would be a reasonably effective corrective impact.

I was awoken Thursday Morning by a ringtone I did not immediately recognize, so when I decided to look at it a few seconds later, I'd seen that it had come from my Dad's wife. I called back shortly and spoke with her for a while before she woke him up and handed the phone off to him: during my brief conversation with her, she'd said enough to lead to the speculation that he may be approaching his final stop, and that he's been having to deal with ''mild dementia,'' which is the last thing I needed to hear, now that this confirms that I'm at Alzheimer's risk based upon family health history from  both sides  of my genetic tree.

My Father and I stayed on the line for two hours before ending the call, after he'd confessed that during one of my ranting phases he'd nodded off to sleep. I also tried to soothe his concerns periodically by referring back to some of our times spent together during my childhood, or reminding him of how he'd inspired me to pursue various interests.

I called my Mother later that night to discuss this conversation, but I did not receive an answer, so I sent a text explaining that I'd call back at at later time. Instead, she called me the following morning  (Fri, May 27)  before I'd gotten around to calling her myself at my own time, and we discussed that and other issues, both related and unrelated, but mostly related in either a direct or indirect way.

During this conversation I/we had to be subjected to more obnoxious foliage clearing work taking place for a second day in a row in the rear of the apartments structure: it was during a toilet break that I'd observed (through the window I'd left open since the previous night) that the team of individuals performing the work was a Convict Work Crew. Then as if that all wasn't annoying enough, the regularly contracted groundskeeper came onto the scene later in the afternoon to blare his noise in the front/common area.

Since during part of my discussion with my Mother was in relation to current employment situation, I later decided to investigate and get the details regarding those related stats and discovered that even with the loss of four work-hours as compared to my former work location, because of the higher pay rate at the current location I found that I'm actually earning at least as much, and possibly more, than what I was (haven't yet tabulated it in a detailed breakdown, because I'd still need to factor in the ''paid training'' portion). During that review I also took a look at my schedule and found that I'd been added for an additional week, but everything beyond that has thus far remainied blank.

A few hours later, I also finally managed to uncover my medical records, so that I no longer have that as an excuse for putting off my appointments.

It wasn't until after I'd spent some time at the worksite  Saturday (May 28)  that I decided to look into the weekly working hours differences between my former and ''currently'' current location and discovered that instead of losing ''four'' work hours I'm instead currently working almost the exact same amount of hours as my previous jobsite, with it equating generally to a single hour's difference on seeming average, only with the  occasional  four-hours' difference.

While checking that information, I also decided to do another ''update check'' with regard to the scheduling and learned that I'd been extended by at least one more week on top of the most recently mentioned check.

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