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A late day start to this posting, and I will likely roll it into tomorrow's. [No, I won't; suddenly all of this posting spilled out].
Minor highlights of the day, spent picking daffodil bulbs on the conveyor or in the field, was the continued gangstalker activities of presenting this gormless Caucasian male Fuckwit with a dreadlock hairdo. And do I loathe the sight of dreadlocks more than tattoos? Ask them. They had him put his hoodie on to cover the hair mess up as it was so repugnant, and then slowly allow it to slip or a dreadlock to stick out for later sightings. They also sent him out away from the bulb sorting when I made a rare trip to visit it after loading the hopper. And just when I look up, why, there is dreadlock dude striding in, some 20' away. If I fucking loathe the sight of dreadlock hairdos, aka "hurl-dos", then why do I have a multi-billion dollar covert agency on my ass every waking minute of my life to arrange this bullshit in multiple vignettes? In past work days they have sent this same fucker home early as they divined I couldn't stand the sight of him, but now the assholes are sticking me with full days with this visual mess in my proximity, increasing the opportunities to be assigned another look at this unsightly specimen. The same bullshit goes down for male ponytails, male long hair, male (all in fact) skin heads and like facsimilies in the broader gangstalking milieu, so I can assume this procession of different hurl-dos will not subside any time soon. They have also been sticking me with a long-hair male as well, to his shoulders, which is bad enough.
This morning on the bus they had me surrounded with five grey haired women, two of whom sported butch-like short hair, one sitting behind the other as if they didn't know each other. This kind of hairdo is rare in these parts, and it is rarer that the morning bus would suddenly have two such passengers for the first time, one arranging themselves behind the other. And too, one jumped on ahead of me, and the other followed me, a serial-like "split couple" gangstalking perhaps. Maybe, they didn't really know each other, but it was odd that they didn't even strike up a conversation.
And what is the deal with the ongoing back-and-forth ambulatory gangstalkings? While on the hopper loading job, I am 30" off the ground on a stack of plywood pallets, staying in one place. There were no end of traipsing employees passing behind me, but two E. Indians, one turbaned, the other not, came by, rubbed their chins as in deep thought, and reversed their ambulatory path. The ball capped E. Indian did this twice in 30 minutes, the turbaned one did it only once.
Another variant on the traipsing employees was the bulb box acts. These a black plastic boxes that number in the tens of thousands at this site are for holding about 20lb of daffodil bulbs 20"x14"x8", but they are used like legos sometimes to build a ersatz counter, and packing produce other times. The latter use/act seems to be how to hold the plastic box, with or without contents, in as many different ways around the presumed gangstalker's head. There is the one shoulder carry (loaded with root crops usually), the dangle the box behind one's back (empty), place it on one's head upside down, and a few other variants that are totally ridiculous. But still the show goes on, now at least three weeks so far.
Anyhow, I will post this, and continue the saga tomorrow, whatever is allowed to be recalled.
Friday, September 04, 2009
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It's odd that the woman they hired is younger than me, yet has completely gray hair, and resembles one of the girls I used to hang out with all the time. They sure love to play that game. They do have the gray hair bit, the messed up and greasy variants, as well as gray and thinning.
I suppose most of these tactics are a way for them to exercise their strong-arm control tactics.
I was getting gangstalking at the last place I worked, where they were successful at getting me all worked up (actually provoking me viciously, right before I was supposed to start working). It didn't go so well for a while... someone observed my "behavior" (my reaction) and told my boss. Now she wants me to go to counseling, and may consider rehiring me in the future. It's odd she wants me to go to counseling, especially since she seemed to realize I was being gangstalked. I guess the counseling bit would be a big deal for the larger group (the perps), because they would be able to obtain all kinds of additional info. I don't think I'm going to take her up on her offer.
They seem to also be very big on reminding me that I'm being controlled by them, and that they are always "present". Little things they want me to know, like I'm always being "watched", and that the things people are doing when they interact with me aren't personal, but rather little scripts prepared for them by the perps. For example, they might say something insulting, yet it wasn't personal; just something my assholes wanted them to say.
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I suspect hair color has a significant part in the perp's ongoing color games. In the case of the color grey, they seem to be working on differentiating grey hair from grey matter, one's brain in other words. My grey-scale color vehicular gangstalking activity has increased in the past six months with much more subtle variations and gradations of increasing grey colored vehicle in serial in-file formations. I suspect that red and grey combinations will become more noticeable in the future, as one's brain consumes an significantly greater amount of energy than other organs, delivered by one's bloodstream of course.
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The worksite gangstalking, especially in an office, has to be the worst. A constant reminder that one is under scrutiny. The counselling bullshit again; blaming others' behavior on the TI victim. Been there, done that. Cast this kind of bullshit right back at them, and bring up the central issue of other people's behavior that created your reaction in the first place. (Assuming it was your reaction, and not an out of character planted one).
I had an employee who went suddenly weird (acting major tense and afraid for no seeming reason) after I came back from holidays, and my entire work section of four was jerked around by this for at least a year. And if the boss is equivocating on getting to the real root of the problem, then you know you are snookered and must reach some kind of internal compromise, even if to set the stage for going elsewhere with a good work record.
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There are all shades of perp aggravation from the minor coincidences to on-street physical abuse. I never get the notion that I am being "reminded", as this was made plain in the first six months of 2002. My degree of harassment is so total that I am long past the reminding stage, and the odd time (twice in 7.5 years) that I was left alone for a few hours have been truly remarkable of feeling free. (Though I suspect that the last time they did this in 2006, the "feeling free" sensation was a tad too excessive and was likely a planted sensation).
Of late, at the farm worksite I have got the odd passive-aggressive verb jab, a seeming "reaction" to what I was thinking but did not actually express any confronting or insulting communication whatsoever. The "thought read" thing again, where someone seems to be highly attuned to one's moodstate even if not expressed in any way, facially or verbally.
I was definitely being provoked by bullying in the workplace, and the boss seemed to have this "knowing" reaction, as in she seemed to know it was gangstalking-related. Her facial expressions gave it away. Her body language and actions seemed to also convey that she is unwilling to address this problem, and would rather get rid of me rather than address the gangstalking.
Well, I can see her point: I suppose she was simply protecting her own ass; by helping me fight the perps, she risked being fired. That seems to be the case. So her choice was to blame me and have me go to counselling. I would rather go someplace else, I guess. It was only a part-time instructor position: there are many colleges here that hire people like me. i suppose I should try to find a way to internalize my reactions rather than let the gangstalkers get an "obvious" reaction.
In my own case, there was a librarian and another full-time instructor who witnessed my behavior and told the DAA. The DAA blamed everything on me, saying I needed counselling. She gave me the semester off, a temporary firing, saying I could come back next semester if I attended counselling. I suppose that's how they get a lot of TI's... make them feel crazy or dangerous, send them to counselling, and it's all downhill from there. Luckily, I know exactly how to handle this sort of situation: simply go somewhere else where I will be accepted better or my gangstalking situation will be better. I was already working part-time as an instructor at another college; the other college position was simply part of my income. Maybe I could stay at the other college, and get more classes there. That other college was closer to my home anyways.
I also must mention that the other college I worked at was treating me much better anyways. They seemed to appreciate me much better there and were willing to give me more classes to teach. Oh well. If the primary college, one one that fired me, hires me back, then it's OK by me. It was a branch campus of my Alma Mater, so working there was an "honor", despite the gangstalking/bullying. That campus still made me uncomfortable, since there was a larger concentration of people packed in a smaller area, and I feel uncomfortable in that situation. I prefer a smaller "density" of students, faculty, and staff, and there are plenty of colleges in the city that could hire me in some capacity. I'm not looking for money, just something to get me enough income and satisfaction.
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