Daffodil Days Again

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An innocuous title that belies thearranged freaks and other stunts going down at the daffodil picking farm. And it is piece rate, $0.20/bunch of ten, so its a heads down antisocial environment out there, as time is directly equatable to money. And the perps pulled one of their nasty shit-my-pants games again, I get two a year or so, and the last one was last year at this same farm.

But today, they combined it with the freakshow, the Fugliest Negro I have ever seen has been placed on the crew, and it is not just his dreadlocks that I cannot stand the sight of. In typical perps introductory form, they started with a hide-the-negro, having his back facing me when I boarded the bus, as he was walking his bicycle down the center aisle. I sat down and he returned, his back to me. So.. I didn't find out until off the bus, and what a ghastly visage it is too. I won't go into the details to save myself from being included in racist remark games, but suffce to say, the perps manage his proximity and pose to a significant degree. There are at least three other dreadlockers on the crew so far, all Caucasian, and the perps make sure I end up looking at these fugly "freak-do's" more often that I would chose myself. And after a day of dreadlock avoidance in the daffodil fields, why, they had a dreadlocked Caucasian woman standing in the entrance to the local supermarket when I entered on the first day of flower picking. Yet again, if I don't like the sight of dreadlocks, so aptly named, I don't see why a psychopathic nonconsensual human research agency should be hounding me all over town with this most disgusting hair style.

Anyhow, there are lots of dodges, feints and games going on; loading the bus with the Mexicans and then have them get off the bus and go onto another, having us locals do the same another day, or at the picking fields when warehouse bound. Another is having us start picking only to stop inside of a minute or two with the excuse that the head honcho needs to look the flowers over first, as each variety of daffodil has its own characteristics of optimum harvest. (The heads have various degrees of being filled, and colored yellow, changing from green). And so after I picked three bunches after being bumped from the row I planned to pick because a seeming couple wanted to pick that one instead, we moved onto other fields. Everyone but me seemed to know the plan and sauntered off, seeming unassigned by anyone. Other pickers arrive in their own vehicles and are picking unassigned as well. It was the same as last year, with me being kept as the clueless as possible, when everyone else seemed to know where to go and when. Call it tacit choreography.

And it is the same at the warehouse, when if inside, and I want to pass outside through the doorway, why, at least five others want to do the same thing. Yet again, the perps want totaly gangstalker coverage when I enter or exit buildings. Or if I change daffodil picking direction, say starting in mid-row N bound and return to my starting position to pick S bound. People start talking to me, aircraft noise starts up, others talk or cough, others cruise by for no seeming reason and it is the same thing all over again; orientation, direction of travel, travel speed and spatial direction make a huge difference to the perp games, and they go all out to cover me should my picking direction change, or when I finish up a row. Call it the anisotropic properties of the omniplasma continuum if you want to impress someone.

I had one flake-out dude stand 6' from me in a dumbstruck act, standing in my row and impeding my progress for no apparent reason. And when I asked him what he was doing, he said his back was sore. Like WTF; the most ridiculous excuse, and then he walks around the field making out that he was looking for the supervisor afterward. There are too many of these games to  mention, but I haven't yet had any confrontations with anyone, despite some games going on with the forewoman.

I was doing a good job of picking in the morning, as she said so, and the other male foreman also independently corroborated this. But in the afternoon it wasn't good enough according to her, as I was to dig deeper. I have a 3" knife that is one inch shorter the standard issue, and according to her I had to dig deeper when I had dug down for every stem I cut. I had to restart my row and re-pick which annoyed me mightily, though I didn't express it as such. Along the way, one of the adjacent pickers had a spare 4"  standard knife she gave me, and I used it to get one inch deeper to cut the daffodil flower stem longer, as 10" is the minimum length. The flowers are shorter this year due to the colder temperatures, so it is a real problem to get length for the daffodils that have been picked over every two days for the past month. But I suppose, given the perp's interest in knife use; how I sharpen it, how I clean it and what I use it on, this admonition/stunt about picking length was more about riling me up for the event of having me switch knives. And so I picked the rest of the day with a 4" knife instead, and for the perps, that is a big deal.

And more visual comparison games too yesterday, the comparison of two Unfavoreds; the Fugliest Negro and the 260lb Fat Woman. The perps kept me distracted with talk while they flicked my visual field from one to the other and back again for at least three iterations, and stunning me out so I wouldn't know it was going on at the time. Regular readers will recall one of the more telling perp stunts of 2010 was to  re-direct my vision sideways wahile walking along the sidewalk (for no seeming purpose to me) to view some dogshit they arranged 2' away as I was passing by, and then immediately re-directed my gaze to a male negro was was standing around in front of this appartment building on a seemingly pointless loitering mission. Never was it so clear that the perps were re-directing my gaze for their own nefarious comparative purposes of viewing Unfavored demographic specimens and objects/substances. See the posting to the right titled the Favored and Unfavored Demographic Groups, though in fact, it is now more than demographics.

That is all the news for covering the past three days, as I don't have much availible evening time to be blogging now, putting in a 14 hour day by the time I can go online. All to raise some scratch to pay my income tax for last year, and maybe get a few trinkets along the way. The usual no-response for all my job applications, so daffodil picking is going to be it for the next month, and all the orchestration and gangstalking choregraphy it entails,