New ISP

02-05-2018
Started a new gig today, the vineyard I worked at last year from 06-2017 to 08-2017. This is always cause for major disruption fuckery, especially based on last year's experience, so I would expect this to be much the same. Such fuckery games will likely continue for some weeks. 

My new ISP got set up this afternoon, and what a positive difference it has made. After last week's false start where the boxes were installed and hooked up, the street line was found to be broken and needed to be repaired. And that they did within two days. And today they got it done.

The ISP repair guy phoned me in the morning, so I agreed to meeting him at the house at 1500. I set my phone alarm for 1430h, and lo, if the alarm didnt' go off, as it seemed the assholes has changed it to 1630h. At some point I "happened" to look at my watch, and discovered the alarm didn't go off. I got to my place 5 min. late, with two trucks and repair guys waiting for me. No problem they said. Being late ended up such that they came into my place first after I unlocked it, as I had to attend to stuff in my vehicle. Consequently I ended up getting out of my coat and rain gear with them in my place (clothing changes are always a big perp deal). They finished up, and I got the WiFi turned off etc. and now, no more waiting for the former ISP infernal wake-up algorithms to "wake up". Every day it was the same; google, amazon, yahoo etc. would all time out at least 4x every day whenever I started up the PC. Now, it is first time, and under 5 seconds. Even the music videos sound better. All this service was only available last year, and only when I visited the shop in person did I get an attractive rate, $21/month better than the online rate for the same ISP. Go figure. And faster upload rates too, and 2x faster up and down as the last ISP.

And what does all that fuckery over timing and making me late mean to the perps? I have no idea, but having others enter my place ahead of me is always a big deal, as is the game over having others around me as I remove my work boots and heavy jacket.

Then to add to the disruption a deer in backyard; it wasn't there when I came home, but I got a call from the land lord holidaying from Mexico. He reported that the neighbor phoned him, and lo, there it was. I cautiously herded it would reveal it route, which it did. I put up some barriers over the gate and and that was the end of that episode. To the deer; you picked a fine time to invade me...

The last outside duty on this work-start Monday was yoga, always variable in terms of stalking and Unfavoreds. This time they backed off on the number of yogis, including the tattoo show. It was most interesting to study the instructor, today and last week, and ponder why would they put on one who has her wrist in a brace from an recent injury.

02-06-2018
More games on the disruption fuckery, this time at lunch time. I went to work early as "somehow" I got up early and dealt with the snow, on the landlord's vehicle too. Last year when starting at another vineyard, there were countless interruptions when I started work there; doctor's appointments ad nauseum, then the final kicker when they took the power steering pump out, which required a week of on-off repair visits and me getting a ride from the boss twice. Woo hoo... another round of disruption when starting a new work site. This after 6 years of working in vineyards for crissakes. Thankfully, no BS stream as to their planted notions of the prior month, that cessation of hostilities is nigh. It isn't, and these assholes never give up. Finally they gave up on planting this disingenuous notion.

I took the modem into the drop off location at lunch time, leaving work, as the wretched work hours are 0900 to 1300h, just to be problematic. Dumping the ISP with the choke-down on each new session just isn't straightforward. (I must of spent 30 min. on the phone yesterday, most of it on hold, to deal with their nonsense). Today, it wasn't so simple, as they wanted the infernal wall wart with the modem for crissakes. As it was the new ISP tech who pulled the old modem out, there was no reminder for me about the power supply. So I had to go back to my place and fish under the desk among the many wires to find the modem's power supply (wall wart). Then back to the drop off depot to then conclude the deal of returning my modem in all its finality. What it takes these days to change services.

A dull day pruning vines, though it did seem to go fast. The boss man, my only co-worker, was around to help pull vines from the trellis, while I did cutting. It does seem that 16 acres is a lot for two guys, as we only have until the end of March.

And why is it that getting out the kids for a stalking with mom at 2000h is so important; he looked all of 24 months, and when the supervising lady at the tanning salon was winding things up, and as I was departing, there she was with her child. Said child was blocking egress and I had to wait; I cannot get over how everyone has to trot their kid out at all hours for a gangstalking the victim with their child. During daylight hours, never have I seen so many dudes walking their kids when I drive by. They even put a daycare for about 4 months next to my apartment once. My catchphrase for describing the gangstalking scene was, "everyone and their kid, backpack, guitar, ladder comes out to stalk my ass". And while Penticton is less intense than Victoria, it still applies.

The perps were constantly on my ass today while at the vineyard; pulling items from my hand and dumping them in the snow. Another trick of theirs is dulling my pruner blades prematurely.

02-07-2018
A full day in the vineyard, with only one interruption; my boss' boss came by for a vineyard tour with a visitor friend who deals with sales. Also came the pretty minx who does the bookkeeping and the tasting room. Said woman is friendly and has a ready welcoming demeanor, unlike the usual offish fear reaction I usually get for no apparent reason. (Though, about 6 months ago she "happened" to be at yoga and didn't say hello; typical perp controlled behavior). She is from Ireland, and  I have met her a few times in the past year through work and once at yoga. And she was talkative and chatty for this visit too.  And along the way, told me a few stories about wildlife encounters she has had in vineyards. Also on show was that she had no wedding ring, (which I already knew) flicking her gorgeous brown mane at the time. At one point the boss man asked me to demonstrate pruning for her benefit, (why, I have no clue, as she isn't going to be working in a vineyard anytime soon), which I did. This woman said "you teach me pruning, and I will teach you yoga". Anytime, and is a yoga teacher as well. Not that I expect any excitement given our near exclusive roles, and I have no idea if she is going out with anyone, but it does strike me this might of been some kind of "victim tour". Anyhow, the tour was over in 20 minutes or so, and it was back to work.

And so later in the day, while getting planted with notions of meeting the above mentioned woman in some kind of social situation, why, what happens? The perps then start playing imagery of my "regular" romantic notion, (ML) she asking if I had forgotten. Of course I did, as I haven't ever met her in person, (though did see her twice), and she hasn't been played in mind for a week or so. Anyhow, I don't harbor real romantic notions, and I resent being played in this same imaginary realm which I would of long abandoned on my own.

After work, another major gangstalking moment, getting groceries at the specialty store, which would of not happened if I hadn't been "forgetted" out of some items the previous day. And this same infernal woman cashier loitering around, and even holding the position of being a customer ahead of me when she in fact wasn't, and then she returned (strangely) to man the adjacent checkout that was closed.

And while shopping there there was this couple who kept dogging me at every aisle end; at least four crossing paths or obstructing egress stunts while there for a 10 minute shopping. They had a shopping buggy between them to help in aisle obstruction. And then while I was  at the checkout, which is near the doors, why, this same couple exits the store with no groceries. I have never seen such bizarre shopping behavior.

And speaking of bizarre behavior, I got another shot earlier today at lunch time. As I approached my parked vehicle on this dead end road, a blue Honda minivan comes by with this guy in a day-glo sweater and comes past and pulls into the driveway of the adjacent property. I figured he lived at the house, or more accurately was part of the family as the owner is the tractor driver for the vineyard. But no, he takes the sweeping driveway and then exits the property without stopping, "happening" to interrupt me taking a piss as I didn't plan on this vehicle coming back so soon. Then he drives past and goes down an adjacent dead end road for a minute, comes back, and then proceeds down and adjacent private driveway to another orchard. This time there is no turnaround route, and so he backs out and onto the street and then proceeds to exit this dead end road I am parked. All part of my lunch time entertainment it would seem. I have never seen such peculiar driving behavior in all my life; he visits two private properties and doesn't stop, and one other down a short road I couldn't see, all within four minutes, and then takes off. Perhaps this is how they deliver newspapers nowadays, though most places have roadside boxes for this and don't allow private property access. Just plain strange to me.

02-08-2018
Ongoing vineyard pruning; the hammering and banging on the adjacent house construction was often timed for when I made a pruning decision, or when I made a cut. Even an adjacent finished house erupted in some internal banging for 10 minutes or so. And some helicopter coverage in the morning for 20 minutes or so; the local AStar (A320) came to visit, never making a landing anywhere.

Then onto the dental specialist; for the two adjacent teeth extracted last year, it will be $2500 for a bone graft to build it up, and then 2x $2000 to put the anchors in. Then the teeth get placed on the anchors once they have bedded in. This could be a bridge job also, but to do so they would pull the crowns off the adjacent two teeth. Right now, I eat on my L side predominantly as I have that two teeth hole next to my molars. Well done assholes for financial whacking me again, no matter the method of repair. Both these teeth extractions were from long again root canals that were set with an internal post, which as it turns out, stress the tooth too much over time and then cause it to fracture, which is exactly what happened. Does this financial assault ever fucking end?

Strangely, without asking, the Caucasian woman dental assistant hung 4' behind me on the dental chair I had just vacated while I spoke with the E. Indian dentist while looking at the monitor which displayed a 3D scan of my teeth, and modeled the placement of the screw-in anchors. I just found this plain weird.

02-09-2018
Vineyard work all day, and still snow on the ground, though gone in many other places. Yet again, the adjacent house building activity (some 200' away) had the amazing talent for timing their hammering and tapping while I was making pruning cuts, or deciding to make them.

02-10-2018
Saturday; an oil change booked at the dealership service department. As like last time, a crowd of staff at the entrance, and the other three service booths vacant. Eventually one of the staff came over to a vacant booth and dealt with my order. As before, they were a touch over friendly, almost pertubingly so. I decided to wait it out there, rather than walk home, which I could of done as it would of been a 10 minute walk. After 10 minutes waiting one of the service staff came out to tell me that they are starting to work on my vehicle. Like WTF; one other other customer (read on) at the time, and he has to tell me this.

Being captive in a semi-captive space means extra gangstalking action, and this was no exception. First came the E. Indian in a turban from the sales area (strangely) and then extra staff coursing about, as the coffee machine was there too. Later in this gangstalking stakeout the E. Indian strangely switched seats, moving 90 degrees in the L seat configuration during the stalk-athon. Then later, on came the litany of the usual gangstalking show; a negro, skinheaded male, shiftless male, a dog, and kids. More close-in-on-me stalkers came as well; two side-by-side elder males, then a shriveled old woman next to me. Quite the collection of Fuckwits, and not a one of them seemed to be having any interaction with the service or sales departments.

All we were missing were the backpack, guitar and/or ladder toting Fuckwits, but perhaps that is next time. All this took place in the waiting area that had a salt water fish tank; , aquariums are something the perps seem to like, perhaps for the fish energy there.

And finally after an hour, the vehicle was ready, again with extra doting and exaggerated  friendliness. It was getting to be a bit like a Fellini movie, where perversity develops in small increments. And too, in the waiting room, a woman with a small dog, that she just got; "since I don't have a husband, and no children, and the cats are not very engaging, I figured I need a dog". Well I guess so....

Another stalk show and cross-my-path and obstruction game in the laundromat afterward, an escalation of my usual reprieve when there. And why is it that they need to post an obstructing Fuckwit at the very moment and place I need to head to? Bad enough they put on the long haired male posted at the door, and then a large gutted Asian male came to strut his gut for an extended posting.

Then I drove to Kelowna to get my boots, an hour along Highway 97. There were three roadside radar traps and a road running one too. I drove that route every day, M-F, for six weeks in the fall and never saw a single one, save the "concerned community" ones who borrow the equipment. Which is where they had the 4 car radar trap today. I propose they buy out Deep Creek and run the highway straight through and dispense with this slow zone at the bottom of the hill that skirts the edge of the alluvial fan at the lake shore.

I didn't linger in the big city, but I still had my ridiculous stalker on my ass. There "happened" to be a parking stall on the street outside the shoe store, so I took it. Within 5 seconds out pops a male stalker from the adjacent bridal gown store, (yep) walks past me in my vehicle, and then posts himself 8' from the entrance to the shoe store, and then stands there looking at his cell phone. I go inside the shoe store, check out some unusual work books with a 20" high top, and then go to the service counter to get my boots. I ask about any product that gets rid of sock smell in boots (my other pair), and she says she doesn't have anything. How absurd; they had no end of shoe products in the store. Anyhow, I depart, and the male stalker is still posted near the door looking at his cell phone. This time a female vagrant has joined him (different socioeconomic status altogether), and is hanging about, engaging in some banter. One improbability after another; beginning with the male exiting the bridal store.

02-11-2018
Sunday, another day off, and I got onto sharpening my loppers and hand pruners. That included some outside time in the 0C weather on the dremel tool. I also took the grinder to the harvesting shears to take the blades to the same length and to a point, as one tip had mysteriously broken last year. They had been sitting around since 2017 harvest, so as I was in the mood for fixing tools, I fixed them too.

Now that my second pair of boots are back, I dumped isopropanol alcohol in them as there was this wet dog stink emanating from them. Beforehand, they stalked my ass at LD, where I got the alcohol. That was after waiting 15 minutes for a couple somehow lingering over it on the store shelf in the first aid section. As to what was so fascinating for them there I have no idea. But it is nothing new; having Fuckwits posted exactly over where I intend to go is very common. In this instance, the male of the couple still lingered on some6' away at an aisle end when I scooped up the isopropanol alcohol. Less common is that they spend so long there in obstruction mode. There weren't the only ones though; another Fuckwit was posted over the shaving foam, doing faux pondering for at least 5 minutes. And again, this time at the chocolate section where they routinely post Fuckwits, three of them in deep conversation. I never did get to the insoles section for the same reason, needing a replacement pair for the one in my boots that stink too.

Anyhow, the weather is chilling down to sub zero (Centigrade) at nights again, with little upside in the daytime. On 02-08 it was a balmy 7C, sunny, and with snow still on the ground, I was getting a decent face tan. Onto vineyard pruning again for the week.