Digging Holes

09-18-2019
A job interview this morning with a contractor who does building leveling. Seems that he wants laborers to dig holes at the foundations for hydraulic jacking. It was about the most informal and oddest job interview that I've known. I was raining and he hadn't arrived, but a young and slender Middle Eastern woman with reasonable English was there, standing outside the office. I introduced myself, and she made no move to invite me inside. Not that she struck me as a hole digging laborer either. The Boss Man arrived a few minutes later, and he introduces himself, and begins the interview, outside in the rain. A sketchy Middle Eastern male, possibly the spouse of the young woman, also arrives and stands behind the Boss Man. So here we are, four of us, standing out in the rain when there was an open office door 4' away. As to what the Middle Eastern types were doing hanging around and not explaining anything was just plain strange. In fact, I find it downright perturbing to have anyone hang around that doesn't seem to have a purpose, anywhere. (This was long before I knew I was a gangstalking target, and or course, is much worse now). Even harmony singers with larger bands I find annoying, even if it isn't a direct threat to me. So perhaps the perps are adding in these Shiftless Shits, (the SS), just to get me unsettled for whatever reason. Perhaps to one day determine the neural energetics of being gangstalked, so they can gangstalk more naive targets who will be kept in that state because they are neurally influenced to this deeper degree and their similar reaction (to mine) will be defeated. Just a passing speculative notion as to what they might be up to.

The Boss Man begins to tell me about the job, and that there is about 60% work on the road, staying two to a room, and working 12 hour days at times. And he details the rest of the particulars about the work, e.g. pay, etc. I ask him some questions about the nature of the business and work conditions etc. We speak for about 15 minutes, and it turns out he wants me to start tomorrow, which is doable. So I am going to give it a try, and see if I can do this gig, as it seems labor work is all I am going to get. Last year's bullshit interviews over viticulture assistant jobs made it loud and clear; no supervisory or collaborative work for me, no matter how much experience I have to offer. Ditto on doing tractor work; it continually doesn't happen no matter the obvious opportunities at the vineyards I have worked on. And in this highly orchestrated existence, there are no coincidences, just plain obstructions until I find someone that hires me.

But what a shit show this morning in getting ready; the Psychopaths scrambled the shit out of me, (to piss me off as a minimum), put on a profusion of extra road traffic, and even threw in two pointless errands, where each of the businesses was closed.

On the way home, more traffic overload, and even a helicopter turning overhead at my residence, kind of making it obvious that is all they were up for. I cannot count the number of aircraft that do turns overhead here. At least they didn't put on that particularly noisy single engine fixed wing aircraft that is so regular.

I went swimming last night, a serious hour long work coached out. It turns out that the coach is one of the top triathletes in W Canada. He seemed a decent guy and offered some swimming improvements. Three other swimmers were there, not quite the crowd I was accustomed to in the bigger city, usually 20 to 25 per practice.

09-19-2019
A three nines and two ones date; a big deal for the numerology types, though it means squat to me, as I don't really follow that stuff.

But a day where I am beat; I began the house lifting/leveling outfit today, and dug holes next to the foundation for at least 8 of the 9.5 hours at work. What a fuck of a job, never mind how physically taxing it is. My co-workers are a young Mexican couple, though he seems like a Middle-East type from Europe. They speak good English, and are respectful, cooperative and polite.

The latter three qualities were lacking from my Russian co-worker last year on the four month long mill-work (cabinets and counters) installation job. That little shit was constantly on my ass, waiting to grab the tool (even if mine) I was using from my hands as one example of him irking me. He operated under a beat from a different drummer, despite my long running entreaties and attempts to connect with him. Even if he was about 27 yo., he seemed to be looking for subservience from this (then) 64 yo. Finally, when he was having a pissy fit for no seeming genuine reason, I had to go back to the basics and tell him that I didn't work for him, and if there are any calls on variation to specifications (the apparent issue), the foreman makes the call, not him. That pissed him off further. I cannot think of a more thankless co-worker for all the job training I gave him. Sure he was smart, but was by no means infallible, and disinclined to cooperate if there was an out. Some of my drill bits and tools went missing at the end of project; they were locked up every night, and it seemed that whoever took them had specific knowledge as well as access. It may of well been him too.

Anyhow, I don't expect any such antics from my new co-workers in the least, and the Boss Man seems pretty mellow, but is decidedly knowledgeable and connected with the house (and structures) lifting business. And has a decent sense of humor no less. All for the good if I can take the physical work.

And on account of the above mentioned mill-work outfit (more stories there, but I will refrain, though likely covered in past postings), who are now doing another project in town, and who strangely (IMHO) re-hired the aforesaid Russian shit in place of me, I am now digging holes at foundations so the mounts under the footings can be placed and the hydraulic ram can launch steel tubular columns to stop settling and re-level the structure.

As it "happens" the Psychopaths have a long running interest in me being exposed to soils and trenches, and too, go silly with noise-stalking and gangstalking each time I enter or exit a building, so it would seem this latest gig just plain suits their nonconsensual human experimentation purposes to a "T". Add in the tool switching needed to dig out the holes (5' today), another one of their Fuckery interests, and lo, one has another Perp-Perfect Fuckover job for the TI Victim (me). This is a small business, with a high demand for services, so it would seem this could be a longer term gig. But as long-term regular readers will know, the Psychopaths don't let me go for more than two years at a gig, so one has to wonder what their exit plan is.

09-22-2019
A day off today, Sunday. Two prior days of digging holes (same one), now down about 10', and a few inches more to go. We need to bucket the soil out of the hole as it is too high to lift. But we are under the footing at least, and his piling mounts need to fit underneath it. The boss is a slave master in that he wants 10 hour days, and doesn't pay for a 30 minute lunch. So that is 10.5 hour days, and the Mexican couple I work with don't seem to get it that I want to be gone at 1730h, but instead they seem to putz around and take another 20 minutes before all is closed up for the day. I am not a crack-at-8-hours-flee-the-job guy, and usually put in 15 minutes extra most days, but for longer work days I want to be gone ASAP.

And how does one get personal errands done when many business open and close after and before I finish work? I haven't mastered that one yet, and the Boss Man seems to want me to leave my vehicle in his locked compound and ride with the Mexicans from the shop to the job site. I will ask him if I can work shorter hours as I won't be able to get to yoga tomorrow at 1730h at this rate. I reckon I will end up with a job site direct to yoga situation tomorrow. (Or else he will nix leaving early, and thereby annoying me for the long term, as work on the road leaves even less opportunity to get local personal errands done). That is, dusty and dirty post-job and no chance to clean up before yoga. The perps like to arrange those kind of permutations and combinations, where they have me panicked due to unforseen delays (ahem), causing me to skip the normal sequence of going to my  residence, and to my next commitment.

The all time Fuckover classic in this respect was when I flew from Spokane to San Antonio, first driving down from Nelson BC. The flight was likely on a Monday, and I flew back from San Antonio on a Friday. I expected to then drive back to Nelson, BC that day, and then proceed with my next commitment by driving to Victoria, BC on the Sunday. And lo, if all of the Spokane region wasn't fogged in, and the returning flight could not land, so it proceeded to Vancouver BC, as part of its intended flight route. Like WTF; if they cannot land they shouldn't proceed to another country IMHO. And "of course" I got snookered as I did not expect to need my passport which I had left in my vehicle at the Spokane Airport. And "of course" I got shit from the Canadian border control guy for not having my passport with me. A driver's license sufficed in those days, so it didn't become an major incident. I caught a short flight from Vancouver to Victoria, across the water from Vancouver, and then attended my business meetings there. All to screw me out of my expected routine of returning home before starting a new journey. Not a major deal, and it was in the pre-berserk/overt abuse days, but doubtless they were playing the same themes as they do now, just with greater and obvious intensity.

And too, the Fuckwits like to create fuckery events when crossing borders, so I assume that played a role in all of it too.

09-23-2019
Three days of digging holes next to foundations last week; today we set the pilings and began to backfill to 3' depth. I was two days on a hole that ended up some 11' deep, about 30" square to get under the footings and put in the piling bracket. The Boss Man did the hydraulic jacking, and he got the steel pilings 15' down from the bottom of the hole. I believe he is going to raise the carport about 3" total.

And plenty of rain this past week, most atypical September weather for this region. Most of the dug out material was under a sheet of poly plastic so it didn't all turn to mud, or more like, a sticky clay mass thankfully. But there was enough small pieces that did to make sure plenty of mud stuck to my boots and got on my clothes. On with the soil games the Perps so much like.

I was allowed to split work "early" and go to yoga. The Boss Man likes to go 10.5 hour days, even while at home, never mind those on the road. A bit much to be sure. Anyhow, regular Monday night yoga started at 1730h, the same as his normal work end time, but he allowed me to leave early. I needn't of bothered though; yoga was an overpopulated shit show; at least 20 yogis, and two shirtless males arranged around me, one with a fair amount of "tat-splat" (tattoos) as I call it. And another three elsewhere in the room. I cannot stand the sight of tattoos, and these shirtless dudes also seems to be a new yoga phenonmenon as well. For the flabby white gutted ones; just put your shirts on and quit looking so ridiculous. Or, for the muscle bound "tat-splatted" dudes, why on earth do you even come to yoga when it is quite plain you are so hopeless at it? Doing weights does not make one flexible I have come to learn by observing these muscle bound tourist dudes, and besides, I haven't seen one yet that lasted more than about 5 classes before they get pulled and move onto whatever.

And for the fugly tat-splatted shirtless dude that just had to get too close to me, just back the fuck off; I don't need to see you lurking in my peripherial vision, nor see your sprawling self or the ridiculous bi-level haircut with the bob-job. Talk about hitting multiple Unfavoreds; dude, shirtless, tattoos, bob-job, and way too close.

And where do they get this new flush of yoga stalkers all the time? Maybe about 6 regulars, and all the rest are either recent, or just arrived yoga tourists. At least last week, they put on a gorgeous young babe with this lovely mane that kept cascading down. Most curious, as most women tie their hair back for yoga, but this babe (it seemed) needed to hide her face with her hair dropping down in front. I don't think I have seen such a display of women's hair at yoga before. In typical yoga tourist stalking mode, she wasn't there this week, as the pretty ones seem to get one-time stalking duty.

Anyhow, enough for a post I figure, and to call the week past done.