Longer Work Days

02-29-2016
A day at my alternate employer #3 owing to some lame-assed excuse at the regular employer (2), mentioned in a past blog posting. (The Shift key is on the fritz for some reason).

This employer has now started work days at 0700h, cut down to two 15 min. breaks in the day (no unpaid 30 min. lunch time as before), and is now going 9 hours a day. All to get the vine pruning done, even if a crew of visa Mexicans comes this week. They only have a month left before the canes need to be laid down on the fruiting wire, usually the bottom trellis wire. So...my first day for the week started with these new time demands, and of course no one told me two days ago when I was there. So of course I arrive at 0730h, as we did for the last two months. All in keeping with the perp agenda to have me arrive late, and offset my start time, often in alternation with others' arrivals.

And why this litany of suffering, in the so-called "civilized world", aka the First World? One of the pope's top  advisors denies knowledge of a pedophilic priest in Australia and why he was transferred so often. Don't these asshole's get it? They deny, obstruct, lie etc. all the way to the top and ultimately cast public disparagement, cynicism and contempt upon the RC organization all over the world, especially in the North America. And who in the western world is going to take this outfit seriously, never mind their litany of historical horrors they have perpetuated and attempted to bury when attempting to get mind-share over all other religions? It makes one cringe as to what their secrets might be. Or, to play the devil's advocate, perhaps that is the supra-role of the RC church; to foster and sustain human suffering, for the masses in general, (e.g. over population), and in specific cases of pedophilia and other like abuses. The outrageous travesties suffered by the Duplessis Orphans in Quebec in the 1950's and 1960's comes to mind. Food for thought anyhow.

Then this travesty of justice in Ontario, Canada, where the Chief Pathologist was both incompetent and supremely malicious to put some 20 families into excruciating legal turmoil, if not jail. The latest was that a 25 year old manslaughter conviction that was overturned. I heard the victim/appellant interviewed on the radio tonight, and she only pleaded guilty to save her family from being broken up by the courts if it went to trial. Some justice in that when one is innocent and pleads guilty to lessen the potential burden of a trial, a crapshoot at best IMHO. In My Humble and Cynical Opinion (IMHCO) I should add.  And to tie it back to this; the perps just LOVE to create duress and stress on innocent people, and apart from creating extra psychic energies to remotely detect and analyze (IMHO), I don't know what they get from it. Unless they are so cynically deranged that they find it funny.

An athlete`s foot eruption, another perp invoked hassle no doubt. Given their fetish over feet, footwear, and the ground I walk on, why am I not surprised. I precautions, but of course they can dither ones mind to create opportunities, not that they need to do that even.

My low iron (ferritin, 30 micro-grams per L) is very rare in males I came to learn last week from my visit to the MD, and I "happen" to be one of them. Interesting, those magnetic molecules that circulate in our blood and no doubt foil the perps' remote neural monitoring habits who have trashed my existence, and still keep at it. And too, keep me in a densified magnetic field, as measured at 1600 Gauss in about 2010. It was 200 Gauss during the intense abuse days in Seattle. And too, they keep masers and plasma beams, both magnetic phenomenon, circulating around me all day long. My bedroom is like a "thousand points of light" once I turn off the lights for bed. FYI; normal background earth magnetism is 0.5 Gauss.

03-02-2016
Wine making duties at Employer #1 in this region. I have three concurrent employers in this ever rotating cycle, as well as the financial reverses to keep me at it.

And in the course of winemaking at this garage, why, all manner of things going; three pumps later I finally get going on the racking. The pressure washer was working and then it packed it in. Not to mention many spillings and forced "forgets" as if I was a green rookie. As in total recall domination and depredation by remote means.

A 10 minute rageification over the function of the garlic press tonight, and again last night. The assholes ran me out of onions and I "happened" to have this garlic that needs to be used up, and "happened" to recall that I brought the press back with other belongings after Christmas. I used it plenty for 5 years to 2011 or so, and then got spooked by finding that garlic messes up the transference of information from the brain's hemispheres and stopped eating . It was a useful kitchen implement and I used it plenty and knew how to operate it handily. All such knowledge was completely "lost", as in obliterated. And I never forget how to operate simple tools, and somehow this occurred.

03-03-2016
A long day of red wine making; this time with another person running the cross-flow filter and I did much of the hose connecting, some pumping and pressure washer cleaning. And what is so important for the perps that they release my grasp of the fittings (tri-clamp; gasket and clamp), not once, but three times before they let me connect it? The hose, ornery 1.5" to be sure, got moved off the fitting, causing more wine to leak, and just plain manipulation of my fingers for adverse consequences. And of course if speed and fine motor skills were more critical, say, when wine was flowing out (not under pressure), why, that is when more of the finger fumbling fuckery was laid on me.

And lo, if the water pressure was up and the pressure washer worked today as it was needed all day. And the specialized electrical cord, European to US 3x230v cord showed up, making that pump connectable, unlike yesterday.

Only five forced pissings on the day, often at predictable moments like when taking measurements, when making notes (including of measurements), when changing tasks and when about to start connecting hoses. Lucky me to have the hounds of hell messing with my urination at their critical moments. If only if I knew why.

03-05-2016
A day of fucking hell on the wine making front; the Aussie who designed the filling system (which I hadn`seen or used before), takes on a hectoring and badgering manner, and the perps complementing this adversity by making me like a like a retard today. And we went through four wine pumps to get the optimum flow for the filling machine. Do the perps ever love productivity sabotage or what.

I picked up my amplifier at the PO after 2.5 months away, having sent it to Chicago to get 8 transistors fixed, each part worth about $1.20 according to the bill. A $600 jerkaround in all, including shipping. The city of Chicago comes up a few times on the perp name dropping imperative; my co-worker of the summer time of 2012 went there to do her Master's in journalism. About one year later she "shows up" in yoga class, the only time since, and I ask her "how was Chicago?" (intending to lead into asking if she finished her degree, how did she like it, and what she is doing now etc.), and all she said "it was fine". I worked with her for three months, hadn't seen her for a year or so, and all I get was that lame-assed answer. At that moment she "happened" to be sitting down some 4' from where all the blocks were stored in the cubbies and the rest of the class was milling around getting their blocks too. It was no circumstance to continue the conversation, (doubtless planned), and that was the last chance I had to speak with her. About two weeks later, some unidentified person mentions "Chicago" from that same direction when I was on my mat 15' from where she had been located. Apart from a two hour layover to catch a flight there, I haven't been to Chicago and have little interest in doing so. (I am sure there are many interesting things to see there, and this is not meant as a knock on the Windy City). Yes, I know the prez (Obama) is from Chicago, but so what, lots of folks are.

It is always a big deal for the perps to have me pick up a brown cardboard box, this one containing the amplifier, and sure enough, they had me wait for two protracted customers. The one closest to me was a fat girl with this major mop of fugly crimped hair, enough hair volume for two people's hair of the same length. I don't think I have seen anything quite so hideous short of an afro-do. (Or was it a wig on their favorite fat girl they like to tell me about, initials ML). They even put the RCMP (Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) in the store where I picked up the parcel, a blonde woman officer no less, some 30' away and doing an appearance for whatever perp reason. At least five other mofos/stalkers were on me before I got out the door, and at least that again in the parking lot. The fugly brown shorts wearing dude with the babe who crossed my path on the way in, just "happened" to cross my path on my way out, and both choosing to course around my parked vehicle on the driver's side on their way through. Funny how that "happens".

Then at least 15 screamings at the perps once I got back to my residence  and began making dinner. Pulling out things from my hands and fingers, flicking food, forcing me to go to the wrong cupboard etc. Have I not been through enough fucking grief today? Not according to the Abuser-General. Then some 20 ants show up in the kitchen.

03-07-2016
Sunday, and work at the vineyard/winery, at employer 1. Mostly I was working alone as directed, so no "co worker" adversity.

I see that I am mentioned as a perp in someone elses TI blog. How absurd; I go through this unconventional daily abuse-athon, now 14 years nearly (and over 1700 blog postings), and now the implied suggestion is that this is all made up. All over a helpful (I thought) lifestyle change suggestion. OK I get it; don`t offer help anytime, including donations.

Time to get this posted for the week.