Resume Re-writes

1345h
More resume re-writes per my meeting with the employment counsellor this morning. Mostly niggling things, and I suppose a way to keep this exercise in play for longer, as it seems to be a big perp deal. The job applications slowed down this week, starting with not finding many.

This followed a rare Thursday night stayover at the First Feral Family house as I stayed after the landscape weeding to see the documentary on Joan Baez, "How Sweet The Sound". And I got to see the ridiculous hockey game between Vancouver and Nashville, game four of the series. It was almost as if it were staged; Vancouver gives the puck away 6x or more in the early third period and Nashville finally scores to tie the game. Then later with Nashville a man short due to a penalty call, Vancouver cranks up a play they haven't used to then get a go-ahead goal from Ryan Kesler, who made a superlative effort. After that, it was shutdown time again, the Vancouver Canucks not threatening too much. I am sure the perps like me to notice these oddities of sports events, where one team intentionally plays lazy, only to exert enough effort to stay one goal ahead. Once, after a live game between Vancouver and Montreal (my fave), I mentioned  that the latter was backing off and not doing much, like they intentionaly threw the game to lose. This was said to the ex and her son and they both went very quiet and did not engage in any kind of analysis of the game. Now I know, why this particular observation went nowhere; it was a forbidden topic or else it was one of these perp games that is all to familiar; have me talk about something recent or topical and then have the other party go strangely dead quiet; abrupts conversation cessation. Know that all too well since this harassment started, as it has increased, right from the get-go in 04-2002.

[Rounds of overhead pounding of the 12" ceiling floor above continue while I typed the above paragraph and look up the link after getting screwed with other blocked links].

Another add to the conpiracy list maybe, that professional sports is rigged by way of perp action-at-a-distance technologies along with unhealthy amounts of remotely applied mind invasive technologies to complement the telekinesis fuckery? Maybe, but don't expect me to elaborate on this to any extent, as I don't like to get into conspiracy talk here in public. Though, I also thought it was interesting that the TI's I met last summer were unusually reticent to talk about such matters. They avoided much more than they explained it seemed to me.

So anyhow, I got a 0830h bus into downtown, this time travelling with the commute crowd who were no more numerous than the reverse commute crowd in the evenings, 1700h to 1800h. Very curious that, though without the semi-vagrants and freaks mostly, getting some relief. I got plenty of Asian gangstalkers around me while on the bus, complemented it seemed by a significant increase of light brown metallic tan colored vehicles. I suppose this was timed as an overnight stay after doing weeding for three hours in the afternoon. And have I mentioned how often the perps like to arrange me to go on the bus after this, as well as the coordinated and consistent noise games that go on while weeding? At least 100x or more.

And it seems that the perps like to use their props more too; having someone with paper and with a LCD on a phone or netbook. They cannot get enough of these around me it seems, and even stepping out the front door will get me an "envelope stalker", a Fuckwit bearing an envelope and of course, nowhere near a post office. But it seems that grass clippings were also important this morning; arranging them for me to step on in the street, and at least four drive-bys of the incessant landscape service vehicles and trailers. Not that I cut grass yesterday, but I did weed out grasses from their encroachment in the garden beds. Funny how they like to have their landscape gardening props all over me, and it was one of the first consistent and bizarre themes I noticed when the perps first went beserk/overt in 2002.

Are Rachael O and I the onlhy TI bloggers, or am I getting my web browsing constrained? It seems that more TI's are stopping blogging when they had interesting stories to relate, and now it is just us two in English. Send me some new TI blogging links if you know of some.

1655h
And what is going on with my PC where a directory name got changed on me? That screwed up the backups for number of weeks, and now they work. I cannot believe the stupid insane sabotage that goes on for seeming pointless games.

1835h
And what is with these gangstalkers on the street who come directly at me, starting with the fact that they are in LH drive mode, a curious habit that has sprung up since the harassment started. Now, not only do they like to pass by close when there is all manner of room, but now "decide" to divert toward me. The latest stunt was on the crosswalk, and the dude only left me 2' of room inside the crosswalk, and then diverts, causing me to cross onto the crosswalk line just to stay out of personal space encroachment range. As usual, the Fuckwit pretends not to notice.

Ditto this morning with this clown in a beret who dithers at the cross walk facing E. then "decides" to cross, turning N. and manages to pull this off by extreme LH drive mode, so the easiest/scripted move I had was to have him cross on my R side. I looked at him to make sure he was all there, and to add to my freak library (recall), and I get this Fuckwit staring back at me. Not only was he acting like a total twit, he then puts on the staring act.

 And lo, if I didn't get a call to re-start farm work in two days. And seemingly, they never got my resume in response to their ad, and it was only by way of mention of a former co-worker that they learned that I was looking. All too dubious to me; they could of phoned me before they placed the ad because I had a good work record with them as was even asked if it was OK that I be on the phone list. Then, he might of sounded less surprised than he did as presumably he would of already known from the co-worker that I had sent my resume in. In two days time, I return to plant strawberries for the next week. And as mentioned, I have been getting plenty of noise stalking when I am planting plants at the First Feral Family house, so I reckon this is an extension of the same. Getting paid work would be good, but as per past history, the perps won't let this gig run for too long. They cut me off at two months of berry picking last year, so who knows what the grand plan is.

1940h
A troll through tool review sites, and it seems the perps like me doing this if the onset of overhead pounding, buzzy feet and shivers down my spine is anything to go by. Yessir, they have me need-a-Dremel mode for months now, and maybe with a paying job it will be consumated, complete with FFF present at the moment of sale. The perps do have an abiding interest in creating the "need", having me go through many iterations of research, and then have me procure the item. Any step along the way will be sabotaged with web pages that won't display, bookmarks that disappear, prices that change, new facts about the wisdom of the selected item, and so it goes, one long protracted aquisition exercise that can go on for even years, albeit in off-on mode. They got me cranked up by the Bosch Oscillating Multi-tool, and especially when seeing a video of it doing plunge cutting and cut-off cuts. And links to the Bosch site were viewed for more drool time. Then, while trolling through the remainder of the tool sites, why, more multi-tool oscillators were shown, some as giveaways, and they even put the Milwaukee version into the mix too. So..., as I type this up, more street noise and now more overhead pounding. And so it goes, this protracted hassle/exercise of aquisition for which they have a near beserk interest in, which includes fomenting it, sabotaging and protracting it. This too shall pass, as I don't have a pressing demand to be the home handyman again, having been fucked out of that by way of moves, work obstructions and divorce. But for some sicko, this is just the most exciting thing going. Go figure.

2235h
More over head pounding and hammering noise with an added low noted flute noise, the fake noise applied to when it is windy out and this is "from" the wind getting through the sliding glass door seal. And note, the "seal" is adhesive tape in keeping with the perps' preoccupation over that substance and its applications and alternate forms. The stickers on fruit are an example, and I see my kiwi fruit now comes with stickers on each one, when they didn't before from the same source. These are a package of a pound, and I have been eating them from the same source and packaging for over three years now, and never had any of those infernal stickers on the kiwi fruit. As of a month ago, they decided that each kiwi fruit needed to have a small sticker on it. Who knew that the entire fruit sticker nonsense was perp governed over their nonconsensual human experimentation subproject over freaking fruit stickers? A more elevated perception is that it has something to do with gluten, and it being ingested and its immune system perturbance, gluten being a common constituent of glue. And they do make sure that I remain mostly gluten free, save when I visit the FFF and pig out on cakes and buns.

Some job looking tonight, and resisting the temptation to pack it all up and go work in the oil fields, the perps favorite planted vocational obsession for me. It is not very doable with no vehicle and no experience, never mind being a province away from the action. Besides, with their long history of sabotage I can see that being nothing but another financial hole in the ground I would need to dig myself out of. Even this berry picking job has been crimped down to a month in the first year I began the job. This year, if it repeats, will be the third year in succession they have me picking red fruit in order to play along with their red color games. And I see my mother is already purchasing strawberries from Mexico, so that suggests it is going to be berry picking again this summer. We are a long way from vocational freedom if I am reading this right.

Enough speculation for now, and to blog off for the day.