06-02-2019
Normally I add diary postings over the week and then wrap it up for a weekly posting, usually on Sundays if I don't get messed around or else backed up with other essential things. (Like attending to matters that were inexplicably delayed by the other party).
This time it is a little different in that I am attempting to pull this together in one sitting, not having made any notes or entries over the week. Naturally, the immediacy of the orchestrated idiocy and assaults (sometimes insults) will have diminished. I still yet don't have a handle on whether my readership wants the slings and arrows in all their detail, summaries thereof, or my ponderings as to what is driving the perps to such insane ends that they cannot openly declare their experiment on the human race, or even to us lowly TI's and the daily travails and adversities we are subjected to. Anyhow, I just roll on, usually with a mixture of these, and a few other related tangents. Not that I have hit the mother lode on finding a commonality with anyone, a group or even a TI. It just seems that whenever I meet TI's, (and they are genuine ones), I get the feeling that I am a temporary prop, possibly directed even.
Could be worse I suppose; one irresponsible TI claimed I was a perp without any due diligence of course. Makes me wonder if it wasn't the accuser. And for the record, I am not; every fucking day I deal with imposed adversity that is at least an order of magnitude greater before these unknown personnel searched my place in 04-2002, then invaded it with many unconventional technologies, as well as displaying their capabilities of teleportation and telekinetic fuckery, not to mention their infinite capacity to orchestrate my existence and especially notable by arranging gangstalkers around me at every turn. These Psychopathic Confederates have been very consistent since then, one of the most prevalent methods is to piss me off. Which they do at least 80x/day, and on a rough day, 200x. Pulling items from my grasp is a stock stunt, as is riling me up by thwarting my intentions, and especially when attempting to complete some task.
Anyhow, lets get back to the week. A hot one in the Okanagan Valley; easily 30C each day, often getting hazy in the afternoon, and a few clouds then too. Even a few thunderclouds and a thunder in the distance. I was on vineyard work all week; shoot thinning is running big right now, which is removing extra shoots so that there is less crop load and the vine canopy has sufficient airflow. The shoots are easier to remove now, at about 6-12" long that when they are 36" long and have to be cut out, as pulling them would damage the adjacent shoots that one intends to keep. And do the perps ever love screwing me over when it comes to "accidentally" removing the intended shoot that I wanted to keep. You know, "inadvertently" snagging a leaf of the keeper shoot in the process of removing the intended shoot. I call this "Pyrrhic Progress", damaging or destroying what one intends to keep. (Often they time this stunt when I have an alternative remaining, so not all is lost). They pull a similar stunt in the winter when pruning; "accidentally" (by way of imposed mindfuck) having me cut off the very cane that I wanted to leave for the source of the shoots that year. (One has to select a healthy cane (lignified shoot) that arises from the central area of the vine trunk that is below the horizontal wire on which it is later tied to, usually before May in this region). The good news that these forced "accidental" or deliberate mindfuck incursions are much less than they were when I started vineyard work in 2012.
Speaking of sabotage, the Psychopaths pulled a new one two days ago, or rather, a new variation of footwear sabotage. I was in the habit of putting my boots outside to dry off for a few hours after work, especially as it was so hot, and the boots could dry out faster and not stink the place out. I put on the alarm for two hours or so and then retrieve them, as all too often, the assholes had me "forget", and lo, they were soaked from overnight rain or the irrigation. (Another one of the perps' fetishes is messing with water sources; from drinking, household supply, cleaning etc.). All was going well this week, the routine was nailed down, and the boots were dried out, retrieved and placed inside for the evening. And lo, if the assholes didn't fuck me out of setting the alarm, and lo, if they didn't wipe out my adversity vigilance (normally set at a considerably high level, per constant experience), as to responding to the noise of lawn irrigation water hitting the outside wall every few minutes. As it "happened" the landlord inexplicably turned on the lawn irrigation manually in the evening when it is programmatically set for early in the morning. Well done asshole; you filled my boots (not on the lawn, but somehow the sprinkler got them anyhow) with 1/2" of water and soaked the leather as well. And how many fuckups did we have leading up to this? At least three; 1) I was mindfucked out of setting the alarm, 2) and exercising my normal associative vigilance and 3) the landlord "acting up" and putting on the irrigation for no seeming reason. (The lawn was healthy).
But the Psychopathic assholes weren't done yet; I dried the boots out, and put them on today for a different vineyard gig, and lo, if they "somehow" didn't shrink, and were uncomfortable to wear all day today. (It just wasn't enough that all my boots shrank last year, (or else my feet inexplicably grew), so that I ended up wearing thinner socks to be able to wear all of them comfortably again). I am pissed beyond measure, as the assholes have constantly sabotaged these boots, as they do with all my footwear. It just "happens" this gets expensive; $200 for the boots, then at least 3x $100+ repairs (two sole replacements, one heel rebuild). The leather is also cracking up no matter what treatment I do, so I figured I would get one more season out of them. But no, unless I go another round of of having them fixed or stretched, or whatever, they are finished. And as it "happens" the perps just love to bend my ankles over, so good stiff hiking boots are vital for my vineyard work. Anyone else can work in sneakers, or below ankle boots, but because the assholes pull these ankle bending stunts so often (to "cause" sprains), I must use over-ankle stiff boots. Well done you assholes, just what I needed; the expense of another pair of boots with a target painted on them for yet more years of sabotage assaults of premature wear, sole repairs and rebuilds along with the inevitable months in the shop to get them fixed. Cannot the perps fuck my footwear enough? Seemingly not. Never mind the wretched shopping experience to obtain appropriate replacements.
And they weren't finished on the sabotage front; my headphones packed it in yet again. This particular pair have been sent across the country to the repair depot at least 3x in the past seven years, and this will make it at least repair depot trip #5 (read on). I hate in in-ear products, and all the more as the perps manipulate them to fall out or otherwise become a Pain-In-the-Ear (PIE). Perhaps I should consider myself "lucky" on this one, as they haven't just "fallen apart" or disintegrated like so many other makes. This same pair was sent to the shop in 2003 after it was used at work to prevent the punishing head pains which came on after they first went berserk/overt on 04-2002. The headphones worked admirably to prevent the directed head pains they were hammering me with. That is, until the assholes sabotaged them by turning the vertical post by itself, so that the gimbel mount fell apart. All these years, and yet I clearly remember being absolutely astonished that the metal post was spinning all by itself and grinding the plastic gimbel mount so that it could not be worn. (Almost) needless to say, the replacement headphones duly fell apart in short order so I was without this form of protection from these intensely painful head pain assaults. Later I put magnets in my mouth and foiled the insane bastards for a while, but then they remotely degaussed the magnets and rendered them useless.
Enough tripping down memory lane, none of it good. And to call this a posting for the week, such as it is.
Showing posts with label footwear sabotage. Show all posts
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Sunday, June 02, 2019
Sunday, September 16, 2018
Work Boot Sabotage; Round 6
09-10-2018
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Up a half hour earlier today, as we now start at 0630h as of today, and lo, such a difference in morning time routine has brought on a round of my most loathed noise, HD motorcycles. The owner across the back lane could of just fired it up and departed, but I suppose in the minds of the noisescape engineers, it just wouldn't do. So.... 15 min. of HD motorcycle throbbing and senseless rpm variation with the headlight aimed at my E window, even if was closed with a venetian blind. Never had this particular timing before.
But then again, the pit-lamping with headlights has increased, and couldn't be more obvious when I park my vehicle for work, a whole 5 minutes drive away. It seems every time some shit drives up behind me for on-street parking and then keeps their headlights on while I attend to my gear on the rear deck of the Ford Escape, rear hatch opened.
I got sufficiently pissed with this the third time this week, and out-waited the dude who pulled behind me, walking away from his vehicle while with the headlights on. (I wasn't going to tell him that). Or at least that is what I thought, but no, his missus was sitting in the vehicle with the engine running, still in the passenger seat, staring at her phone. Like WTF; if it was a shared vehicle situation, why did they park behind me and not swap drivers two blocks closer to his work site, the hospital construction site? Go figure.
09-13-2018
The work boots I purchased new in 2010, and wore all of three weeks (total) prior to this current construction gig of 3 weeks have now delaminated, yet again, at the sole. Prior to this gig, they were in the shop more than I ever wore them, and were repaired at least five times at various shoe repair shops. I even delivered them to Kelowna twice, a 50 minute drive, to wait four weeks in each instance, and STILL they "failed". As in the sole delaminating today while walking to work from my vehicle. Twice today I applied some serious glue to them and got the L boot repaired enough.
Then tonight I separated the soles from the uppers, sanded them with a grinder, applied serious glue, and screwed them. We shall see how this works out tomorrow.
Needless to say I am totally and fucking infuriated at this relentless and insane sabotage over these composite toed safety boots, the first such pair I have had. I have had enough footwear sabotage to last 5 lifetimes, and now, I have had five rounds of repairing these little used work boots. Just what is the matter with the perps that they need to fuck with these boots to such a degree? They don't mess with my steel toed rubber boots which I have worn considerably more, some 3 months/year for the last five years. Yes, I know, this is a totally differently constructed boot, but in all the full gamut of footwear sabotage, the perps have gone utterly berserk over this particular pair of work boots.
More dude rush/convergence at the hospital construction work site while I was handling the pallets again; about eight in file this time. Well, I suppose they could of all been from a single firm/subtrade and were coming in from a break. But still, the number of times the stalking show erupts when I handle pallets has been absurd.
I suppose it isn't enough that I am working around pallets all the time on this gig; removing the packed millwork (cabinets), and moving them to rooms for the installers to then install them. Then I take the empty pallets to the elevator and to the garbage, which is when the dude flush erupts, usually around a corner. The perps tell me that their interest in pallets stems from the fact that everything (nearly) is packed on pallets, and that the wood energy of the pallet is also infused into the items on the pallet, and of course, our dear perps need to sort out what energies come from where and how they dissipate (assuming that they do). As to all of this, I don't care; just leave me the fuck alone and quit using me as some kind of experimental fodder for figuring out this energetic event. No doubt they have plans to put me into this hospital in the years ahead, and then I get to energetically interact with the same palletized items, cabinets in this case, while recuperating; as in being kept in place. (And same flooring etc.) Again, leave me alone; I hate hospitals, and don't ever want to be a patient in one, not for a minute. (Been there, had it done to me, and was totally gangstalked by the "patients").
A most strange elevator event today; a full house of dudes heading to their respective floors to work, and one with a red backpack backs into me. And don't I know this stunt, as they pulled this a few months ago at the SOF supermarket while I was at the self-checkout. (That is, one of their very favorite place to stalk my ass, while about to make a financial transaction.) But the weird thing was that this backpack wearing dude then shows up at the elevator at the next floor up, and gets on. This time he had more room and didn't back his back pack into me. Like WTF; there was simply no way this guy could of ran up the stairs as the stairwells are at some distance from the elevators. Soo.. here we have a teleporting perp masquerading as a construction worker so he could twice stalk my ass on two floors in short succession. (In my estimation, they leave the unconventional activities to the real perps, where the hoi polloi (trades workers in this case) get to mill around me in a pre-arranged choreography).
And a small job to do at the old (extant) hospital; and lo, if it wasn't about shift change time, which supported all manner of staff passing by in the corridor. And if that wasn't enough, why, they put on a fugly negro woman with big dreads, who was preceding us hauling out pallets etc. In the usual fashion, I averted my gaze, and attended to something else, which should of given her enough time to leave the building and be out of sight. But no, she changed direction and was then coming at me again. The next day when heading into this same building for the coffee room, why, there she is again.
And too, negro male trades workers seem to be in greater quantity than normal for this town. And too, the E Indian cleaners also seem to be hanging around me like a bad smell, even from floor to floor. One even sits on the cabinets that we just delivered to a room so she can natter on her cell phone while at work.
09-15-2018
A laundry day, and even if early, I got a major weird stalker there; a Fuckwit with tattoos up his neck and halfway onto his cheeks. Fucking awful, and I couldn't look at this freak for longer than it took to set off my internal "freak" warning alarm. And they didn't keep this guy lingering, posing, or doing reprise stalking either. Usually they have the Unfavored specimens, such as this, wander around so they can be seen from different angles as well as inside the building and outside. Not this time; he was pulled from the freak show immediately and wasn't there on my return trips.
A new pair of safety toed workboots had to be purchased today, given the constant bad luck show with the aforementioned pair. The ones that seem to defy repair, though I would posit that the boot repair guys were compromised to force this jerkaround. And this time, I got a good pair, which meant splashing out much more than I ever wanted to. Insult to injury over this fucking insane sabotage campaign, not to mention yet another hole in my pocket that I don't need.
09-16-2018
Sunday, a whole day off, and the notion of doing my twice annual vehicle waxing came on, as isn't too hot these days. I got sucked into starting the project by procuring the automotive wax that I prefer, and lo, the tubby blonde cashier was friendly and smiled at me instead of the usual stricken and pained look I get. She attends to the purchase, then departs the cash desk momentarily and checks the same product on the shelf, returns to the cash register, and when finishing up she gives me this stare and flicks her eyes upward. Like WTF; first a friendly look and then when done, she gives me this weird look for no apparent reason. And afterward, I check the invoice and she gave me a discount even if I don't have an account there. Nice of her, and I would of thanked her had I known at the time of purchase.
Onto getting the vehicle cleaned at the automotive cleaning bays; all went well, and I took the vehicle on the highway for 20 minutes to dry it off. And it "happens" there was at least 50 motorcycles ahead of me, two abreast, one per lane, in some kind of major organized event. No big deal, as well as the ones coming from behind to join the pack. I haven't seen such an array of motorcycles in my whole life, so who know what that was about.
And then after waxing the vehicle's roof, why, the dark clouds roll in, spitting rain. Nix the waxing for a time, and have lunch until this disruption passes. It does, I get more of the vehicle done, and another rain comes on, so another wait. Then I got to finish the job on the third pass. The peps are nuts over this activity too, adding a thin coat of a colored wax which buffs out to be transparent. More color games for them I suppose.
I was finally allowed to get into a regular sleep habits again, even with taking my ADD Rx, as long as it is early in the day. No problem, just let me sleep normally, just like I always did, and when on these same medications previously.
Anyhow, another week done, and onto another and all the vagaries of being a nonconsensual human experimentation subject in situ.
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Construction Work
08-14-2018
Started today (Tuesday) on my very first construction job, save that gig of three day one a couple of years ago, which might have been called de-construction, as I was involved in a major renovation, (read, interior demolition) of a certain fast food franchise.
Like all new hires on this site, I had to attend a safety orientation first thing. It was an hour of a video and a half hour of the site safety coordinator speaking. And what on earth was with the guy next to me, surely doing the perp's deed by getting in my way constantly, leaning his chair toward me (his back facing me), and causing me to move my chair away from him. By the end of the show he was leaning his chair back over where I had been sitting. Then he seemed to have prior permission to exit the session in the last 20 minutes, all to return again. And too, straight from the Perp 101 manual, constantly get in the way, or partially so, of the victim's view, in this case the video. I looked around at the other 20 some guys, and every one of them was concentrating on the video or the speaker, she of some considerable butt girth. So what was with this guy, and just why is it, yet again, of having the "bad luck" of sitting next to the one hyperactive Fuckwit of some 20+ guys, who was executing standard perp disruptive functions that I have come to know and loathe so often?
And too, the construction site safety rules call for a day-glo (high-viz) clothing, a vest in this case. A hard hat, and safety toed boots. The latter have been a long running concern, as I bought this pair in about 2009, and they have been in the shop more than I have worn them. The boots kept falling apart, often after a day of use, and I kept fixing them. This would be the first time they have been in use for more than three days, so who knows what the perps got planned for footwear sabotage on this gig. With the now "usual" bad luck, they will likely sabotage them about 80% into the job, and force me to purchase another pair, knowing as they surely do, this is the only safety toe pair I own.
And yes, with some 400 workers on site over six floors, there will be all manner of dudes mostly) around, but yet again, it just seemed that there were no end of them popping out from corners, turning corners when I was going in the opposite way (contraconcentric turning, mostly known with vehicles), and just plain busy-ness around me. Not having worked on such a construction site before, I don't have a pre-harassment reference (notion of normality) as to what I should expect. But if I apply the now usual standard logic of everything is arranged, (since 04-2002), it just seems yet again, the perps are going nuts from the get go.
The guys I work from seem like regular folk, and it seems they are easy to get along with, including the foreman.
08-15-2018
Another perp stunt, usually infrequent for vineyard work, but they jumped me early on this gig; the forced "forget" in taking my drinking water, even if the bottle was right where I make up my lunch. As to how I could do this on my own I have no possible explanation.
And continuing pop-outs (stalkers, aka, arranged events) from every doorway all day long.
08-16-2018
A dental cleaning appointment for 0800h this morning. All in keeping with the usual job start disruption games that routinely "happen". Last year it was the plentiful doctor appointments that seemed to plague me when I started at a new vineyard with a crew of six.
Dinner with the landlords; they had extra pizza dough and invited me to help finish it up. As part of this seeming informal get together, (a first) they gave me a vacuum cleaner that they seemed not to need. I don't know what it is about vacuum cleaners, but the perps do like to run them in my vicinity; as always, I am circumspect about gifts anyhow. And of course, the perps go silly with extra stalking when receiving or giving gifts, e.g. Christmas.
08-17-2018
It was not enough to shave 2.5 hours off my day yesterday due to a dental cleaning appointment it seems, aka, disruption games. With Monday off (seeing the doctor in Bellevue WA), and yesterday's dental appointment, the perps (as I see it, were up to it again).
Today, no one at the construction site got to work, because a jumper was on the roof, and even though he had been there for six hours before work started at 0700h, this person wasn't communicating. The police had the site blocked off, and so it was that some 400 construction workers were held up from working, me included of course. A whole hour's work for showing up before the foreman called it off, just like some of the other trades. Not a high work hour week by any means, but a very typical start to a new job in this too long abuse-athon.
And to no surprise, the assholes are at their games of medication disruption again. I just wasn't enough to fuck me out of my ADD Rx for 16 years with outrageous, illegal and unconventional interventions, but after a month back on these very useful meds, why, I couldn't get to the walk-in clinic doctor for a Rx re-write because they close later in the day when their daily patient limit come up, so to pay Canadian Rx prices (7x cheaper), until today. And lo, a four day hiatus wasn't enough either: I get a call from the pharmacy over a drug interaction, and it is quite clear that it is no problem given what the respective doses are, (they tell me) but they "need" to phone the doctor anyhow. [Which has now extended over the weekend, as I write this, so at least a week's hiatus and counting]. Just what is it about my fucking ADD Rx that the perps are so insanely entrenched with disrupting and otherwise running abusive interference? Its all about the dopamine obviously, but for crissakes just leave me alone on this one. I have just had fucking enough, even on this one alone.
08-18-2018
It has been smokey all week, as it has been for the prior three weeks, but today it seems extra smoke was called for. Saturday was the long scheduled leg wax, and then two hours later, a haircut at the same place. Though the assholes started off with a forced wallet "forget"; so I had to make an extra trip to retrieve it. This after plugging the meter, and lo, if that particular stall wasn't occupied when I got back 15 minutes later. Well done assholes; fuck the victim, and fuck the victim again immediately following. Merely riling the victim isn't sufficient; it has always been one of their longstanding stunts to then get the victim again after riling him up. Sometimes for four or five successive iterations. I suppose the extra busy vehicle traffic could count as one more jab at the victim while on the wallet retrieval run.
And just what is it about planting people outside my vehicle while it was parked downtown today? With six exits or returns from/to my parked vehicle along the same stretch of a short block, (per above) why would Fuckwits be posted there each time? Not the same ones, but the same method of having them stand in the middle of the sidewalk, making themselves out to be oblivious to blocking egress.
08-19-2018
A cleaning day, and trying out my "new" vacuum cleaner. More powerful, and the rotary carpet cleaning head can be turned off while using the hose, unlike the last one. I even got serious, and mopped the linoleum. A purging of vineyard work if you will, as my clothes and boots were also dusty. And as part of that, I cleaned my gummed up Felco secateurs (hand pruners), and put on a new blade. Doubtless a big moment, and one to come, as the perps go silly over new cutting blades, and anything I cut with them, which includes knives, scissors, razor blades etc. And true to form, just when I figured was finishing the job, why, something else comes up and/or goes wrong and it takes another half hour. I have never, ever, known a task to complete early, as the assholes always have something screw up as I am closing in on completion.
Enough for this first week of construction, as disrupted as it has been, and to get this posted.
Started today (Tuesday) on my very first construction job, save that gig of three day one a couple of years ago, which might have been called de-construction, as I was involved in a major renovation, (read, interior demolition) of a certain fast food franchise.
Like all new hires on this site, I had to attend a safety orientation first thing. It was an hour of a video and a half hour of the site safety coordinator speaking. And what on earth was with the guy next to me, surely doing the perp's deed by getting in my way constantly, leaning his chair toward me (his back facing me), and causing me to move my chair away from him. By the end of the show he was leaning his chair back over where I had been sitting. Then he seemed to have prior permission to exit the session in the last 20 minutes, all to return again. And too, straight from the Perp 101 manual, constantly get in the way, or partially so, of the victim's view, in this case the video. I looked around at the other 20 some guys, and every one of them was concentrating on the video or the speaker, she of some considerable butt girth. So what was with this guy, and just why is it, yet again, of having the "bad luck" of sitting next to the one hyperactive Fuckwit of some 20+ guys, who was executing standard perp disruptive functions that I have come to know and loathe so often?
And too, the construction site safety rules call for a day-glo (high-viz) clothing, a vest in this case. A hard hat, and safety toed boots. The latter have been a long running concern, as I bought this pair in about 2009, and they have been in the shop more than I have worn them. The boots kept falling apart, often after a day of use, and I kept fixing them. This would be the first time they have been in use for more than three days, so who knows what the perps got planned for footwear sabotage on this gig. With the now "usual" bad luck, they will likely sabotage them about 80% into the job, and force me to purchase another pair, knowing as they surely do, this is the only safety toe pair I own.
And yes, with some 400 workers on site over six floors, there will be all manner of dudes mostly) around, but yet again, it just seemed that there were no end of them popping out from corners, turning corners when I was going in the opposite way (contraconcentric turning, mostly known with vehicles), and just plain busy-ness around me. Not having worked on such a construction site before, I don't have a pre-harassment reference (notion of normality) as to what I should expect. But if I apply the now usual standard logic of everything is arranged, (since 04-2002), it just seems yet again, the perps are going nuts from the get go.
The guys I work from seem like regular folk, and it seems they are easy to get along with, including the foreman.
08-15-2018
Another perp stunt, usually infrequent for vineyard work, but they jumped me early on this gig; the forced "forget" in taking my drinking water, even if the bottle was right where I make up my lunch. As to how I could do this on my own I have no possible explanation.
And continuing pop-outs (stalkers, aka, arranged events) from every doorway all day long.
08-16-2018
A dental cleaning appointment for 0800h this morning. All in keeping with the usual job start disruption games that routinely "happen". Last year it was the plentiful doctor appointments that seemed to plague me when I started at a new vineyard with a crew of six.
Dinner with the landlords; they had extra pizza dough and invited me to help finish it up. As part of this seeming informal get together, (a first) they gave me a vacuum cleaner that they seemed not to need. I don't know what it is about vacuum cleaners, but the perps do like to run them in my vicinity; as always, I am circumspect about gifts anyhow. And of course, the perps go silly with extra stalking when receiving or giving gifts, e.g. Christmas.
08-17-2018
It was not enough to shave 2.5 hours off my day yesterday due to a dental cleaning appointment it seems, aka, disruption games. With Monday off (seeing the doctor in Bellevue WA), and yesterday's dental appointment, the perps (as I see it, were up to it again).
Today, no one at the construction site got to work, because a jumper was on the roof, and even though he had been there for six hours before work started at 0700h, this person wasn't communicating. The police had the site blocked off, and so it was that some 400 construction workers were held up from working, me included of course. A whole hour's work for showing up before the foreman called it off, just like some of the other trades. Not a high work hour week by any means, but a very typical start to a new job in this too long abuse-athon.
And to no surprise, the assholes are at their games of medication disruption again. I just wasn't enough to fuck me out of my ADD Rx for 16 years with outrageous, illegal and unconventional interventions, but after a month back on these very useful meds, why, I couldn't get to the walk-in clinic doctor for a Rx re-write because they close later in the day when their daily patient limit come up, so to pay Canadian Rx prices (7x cheaper), until today. And lo, a four day hiatus wasn't enough either: I get a call from the pharmacy over a drug interaction, and it is quite clear that it is no problem given what the respective doses are, (they tell me) but they "need" to phone the doctor anyhow. [Which has now extended over the weekend, as I write this, so at least a week's hiatus and counting]. Just what is it about my fucking ADD Rx that the perps are so insanely entrenched with disrupting and otherwise running abusive interference? Its all about the dopamine obviously, but for crissakes just leave me alone on this one. I have just had fucking enough, even on this one alone.
08-18-2018
It has been smokey all week, as it has been for the prior three weeks, but today it seems extra smoke was called for. Saturday was the long scheduled leg wax, and then two hours later, a haircut at the same place. Though the assholes started off with a forced wallet "forget"; so I had to make an extra trip to retrieve it. This after plugging the meter, and lo, if that particular stall wasn't occupied when I got back 15 minutes later. Well done assholes; fuck the victim, and fuck the victim again immediately following. Merely riling the victim isn't sufficient; it has always been one of their longstanding stunts to then get the victim again after riling him up. Sometimes for four or five successive iterations. I suppose the extra busy vehicle traffic could count as one more jab at the victim while on the wallet retrieval run.
And just what is it about planting people outside my vehicle while it was parked downtown today? With six exits or returns from/to my parked vehicle along the same stretch of a short block, (per above) why would Fuckwits be posted there each time? Not the same ones, but the same method of having them stand in the middle of the sidewalk, making themselves out to be oblivious to blocking egress.
08-19-2018
A cleaning day, and trying out my "new" vacuum cleaner. More powerful, and the rotary carpet cleaning head can be turned off while using the hose, unlike the last one. I even got serious, and mopped the linoleum. A purging of vineyard work if you will, as my clothes and boots were also dusty. And as part of that, I cleaned my gummed up Felco secateurs (hand pruners), and put on a new blade. Doubtless a big moment, and one to come, as the perps go silly over new cutting blades, and anything I cut with them, which includes knives, scissors, razor blades etc. And true to form, just when I figured was finishing the job, why, something else comes up and/or goes wrong and it takes another half hour. I have never, ever, known a task to complete early, as the assholes always have something screw up as I am closing in on completion.
Enough for this first week of construction, as disrupted as it has been, and to get this posted.
Sunday, August 20, 2017
Planting Vines
08-15-2017
Two days of planting vines with a small crew; four others for the most part. Which the perps seem to have exploited to make me feel rather wrung out from this, even though I have done this very task many times in the past five years since this viticulture gig came upon me. My knees are sore even if I had knee pads on, and my thighs are sore too. I don't think it was yoga last night unless I am getting taken down on that account too. And nap attacks each evening when I get back. Brutal ones, even if an hour, it takes another half hour to extricate myself from the bed.
No planting tomorrow for some reason, a common perp timing where they like to interrupt something that is going well and/or is on the cusp of completion. Or, they do arrange a reason oftentimes, whereby something goes wrong or else the weather intervenes.
The respective owners are building houses at the two vineyards I work at, and the perps just love the noise of construction, the wood cutting, and presumably there is a host of other energetic qualities and changes they like to monitor as the house is constructed. Plus, having redimix concrete trucks traverse the vineyard is just the bee's knees for the perps, given their insane predisposition to place this material into the gangstalking scene. (Given the ubiquity of concrete, from floors, walls, ceilings to paths and roads, I get it).
And today, the house construction crew at the vineyard were working on some trenches using a mini-excavator, and one of them had his (presumed) wife in the hole doing some manual digging. Talk about a fish out of water; obviously overweight and in tights, I don't think I have seen such an incongruous sight on a construction site. Whether this was related to the fact that we, the planting crew, were digging holes all day long to place the vine stock into was some kind of parallel soil digging emulation games, I don't know.
The summertime yoga teacher is quite a treat to see, after weeks of wearing flowing and/or draping clothing she is now in full tights. Black ones last week, fugly dark brown ones this week, perhaps in keeping with some brown skinned yogis in class.
08-16-2017
Tending to fruit thinning in the vineyard today, and the first day in 4 weeks of full sunlight, sans smokey skies. Ergo, I got some tanning in while working, and then departed an hour early to make my appointment for IV vitamin C. I felt trashed all day today, seemingly stiff from vine planting over the prior two days. The boss man got some kind of muscle injury as well, and the young woman also got carpal tunnel problems, though she has had this in the past.
As it "happens", she does house cleaning jobs, and this year cleaned the two houses of my former employer of the past two years. We exchanged some stories yesterday, and I learned some interesting gossip, not to be related here. Today she was on her house cleaning job, perhaps for the last time as she is going away on holiday for two weeks and then onto school for a construction management course. No more vineyard work for her due to carpal tunnel problems.
I still felt trashed after work and during my IV vitamin C infusion, and needed yet another post treatment (or post work) power nap of an hour and a half. These after work power naps are becoming a "habit", though surely governed by the Psychopathic Controllers who seem to be getting leverage from me in a sleep state during daytime. (Or at night, as my dreams have become more vivid and odd). After having dinner it seems that I have recovered some, but still too unmotivated to set off and get my favorite food, chocolate.
08-17-2017
I felt better today undertaking the dusty and exhausting work of planting vines all day in the sun. The smokey skies crept in during the afternoon, though it still had to be 30C. That, still didn't prevent two one hour quasi-naps after work, once immediately after stuffing my face, and then again after doing dishes and before heading out to SOF supermarket. Which is the the ideal timing (post nap, or near nap) to put on the gangstalkers, even at 2000h, as they seem to be out in significant numbers when there. The gut-strut, the aisle blockers, main aisle no less, doing their protracted pondering act, the god-awful plaid shorted males, and a few other freaks. And in keeping with the ongoing game of stalking my ass after finishing up a the self-checkout, four criss-crossing Fuckwits were on me for the very occasion of covering me as I was about to depart with my groceries. Recall last week's E Indian troupe in file entering the store through the self-checkout, an exit for crissakes, just as I finished up and was ready to depart.
After two weeks of waiting for the replacement cord for my HIFI Man headphones, it arrived. And lo, if the R side driver doesn't work. I don't think my analysis was incorrect, but just another headphone hassle on top of another one. How fitting; they decided to prevent me from listening to this set for three weeks, and now have sabotaged them again, without so much as any response in the R side, which was not the case when I engaged with the customer service rep to get the things RMA'ed. This insane sabotage of audio gear never fucking ends, and especially so for headphones. This goes back 40 years, when my very first pair, a Koss model, just fell apart slowly. The current pair of Grados, now 20 years old, have been back to the repair depot 4x in the last 15 years, as well as being sabotaged at least once before. (Once before was in 2002, the high harassment days, when the steel posts that attach to the driver just rotated on their own (they are fixed into the plastic gimbel bracket), and of course the drivers just dropped off the post.) I have even flung headphone pairs out as I was so pissed with the ongoing and senseless sabotage of them.
[Second time headphone evaluation; the HIFi Man headphones are now working in both channels. I though I would leave my exasperation rant as written, per above].
And to prevent the new footwear problems, I wore my safety toed boots today, and lo, I note that the heels are separating from them. I haven't worn these boots more than 10x, and they keep falling apart almost the same day. The new footwear problems are my regular hiking boots, now in use for 5 years, and why, they now pinch my toes. Either my feet are getting bigger, or my boots are shrinking. Don't laugh; I had a pair of custom boots that somehow "grew" two sizes larger with no apparent stretch; all components, sole and uppers, just all expanded together without any apparent expansion differential between them. Well done assholes.
Though this time it seems they are growing my feet as my runners are also now tight in the toes. No doubt a total footwear upgrade is in order, all in keeping with the perps senseless sabotage over footwear.
Post-Charlottestown analysis; I'm totally with Trump on this one, and good on him he isn't bending over for the liberal-azzi. Things got ugly there for sure, but this alt-left, or liberal-azzi notion of deemed press cover privilege and earnest righteousness needs to be put in its place. Same for those shameless (though less strident) versions here in Canada.
08-18-2017
Vine planting was finished in 3 hours this morning, and then onto bunch thinning the adjacent mature vines. Nice that the owners gave us a bottle of wine each after planting completion. On-off hot weather today, seeming in keeping with tan containment. And on-off hot (off due to clouds) because it wasn't smokey today.
08-19-2017
In the morning I met two former coworkers, both female babes, as the farmer's market. A brief chat on our employer news while amidst the throng, the one where so many people know to step in my way while I am approaching noiselessly from behind. At the regular market stall I go to, the regular young woman was back to her usual cursory; last time she was decidedly friendly.
Saturday, and a day off, save the small vineyard owner wanted me for more de-leafing. So off to work on my day off to scrape some more cash for the ongoing expenses that keep coming. I stopped in at the winery from last year, and picked up a wine that was nearly sold out. And meeting up with one of the above mentioned babes again. I must say, I like a perky personality. And the harvest babe from last year was there too, strapping, blonde and gorgeous.
Not trashed tonight for some reason; the fatigue stretch seems to be abating.
08-20-2017
Sunday, and another work day on de-leafing. I cannot get over these arranged heavy duty trucks on a Sunday. Before I got to the end of the street at 1000h, one boom truck was parked on the street, and then a redimix truck just around the corner. It is hard enough to get these guys out on a Saturday, let alone Sunday. And this is the Okanagan where the folks take their recreation seriously.
Anyhow, enough to get this launched for another week of the enslavement chronicles.
Two days of planting vines with a small crew; four others for the most part. Which the perps seem to have exploited to make me feel rather wrung out from this, even though I have done this very task many times in the past five years since this viticulture gig came upon me. My knees are sore even if I had knee pads on, and my thighs are sore too. I don't think it was yoga last night unless I am getting taken down on that account too. And nap attacks each evening when I get back. Brutal ones, even if an hour, it takes another half hour to extricate myself from the bed.
No planting tomorrow for some reason, a common perp timing where they like to interrupt something that is going well and/or is on the cusp of completion. Or, they do arrange a reason oftentimes, whereby something goes wrong or else the weather intervenes.
The respective owners are building houses at the two vineyards I work at, and the perps just love the noise of construction, the wood cutting, and presumably there is a host of other energetic qualities and changes they like to monitor as the house is constructed. Plus, having redimix concrete trucks traverse the vineyard is just the bee's knees for the perps, given their insane predisposition to place this material into the gangstalking scene. (Given the ubiquity of concrete, from floors, walls, ceilings to paths and roads, I get it).
And today, the house construction crew at the vineyard were working on some trenches using a mini-excavator, and one of them had his (presumed) wife in the hole doing some manual digging. Talk about a fish out of water; obviously overweight and in tights, I don't think I have seen such an incongruous sight on a construction site. Whether this was related to the fact that we, the planting crew, were digging holes all day long to place the vine stock into was some kind of parallel soil digging emulation games, I don't know.
The summertime yoga teacher is quite a treat to see, after weeks of wearing flowing and/or draping clothing she is now in full tights. Black ones last week, fugly dark brown ones this week, perhaps in keeping with some brown skinned yogis in class.
08-16-2017
Tending to fruit thinning in the vineyard today, and the first day in 4 weeks of full sunlight, sans smokey skies. Ergo, I got some tanning in while working, and then departed an hour early to make my appointment for IV vitamin C. I felt trashed all day today, seemingly stiff from vine planting over the prior two days. The boss man got some kind of muscle injury as well, and the young woman also got carpal tunnel problems, though she has had this in the past.
As it "happens", she does house cleaning jobs, and this year cleaned the two houses of my former employer of the past two years. We exchanged some stories yesterday, and I learned some interesting gossip, not to be related here. Today she was on her house cleaning job, perhaps for the last time as she is going away on holiday for two weeks and then onto school for a construction management course. No more vineyard work for her due to carpal tunnel problems.
I still felt trashed after work and during my IV vitamin C infusion, and needed yet another post treatment (or post work) power nap of an hour and a half. These after work power naps are becoming a "habit", though surely governed by the Psychopathic Controllers who seem to be getting leverage from me in a sleep state during daytime. (Or at night, as my dreams have become more vivid and odd). After having dinner it seems that I have recovered some, but still too unmotivated to set off and get my favorite food, chocolate.
08-17-2017
I felt better today undertaking the dusty and exhausting work of planting vines all day in the sun. The smokey skies crept in during the afternoon, though it still had to be 30C. That, still didn't prevent two one hour quasi-naps after work, once immediately after stuffing my face, and then again after doing dishes and before heading out to SOF supermarket. Which is the the ideal timing (post nap, or near nap) to put on the gangstalkers, even at 2000h, as they seem to be out in significant numbers when there. The gut-strut, the aisle blockers, main aisle no less, doing their protracted pondering act, the god-awful plaid shorted males, and a few other freaks. And in keeping with the ongoing game of stalking my ass after finishing up a the self-checkout, four criss-crossing Fuckwits were on me for the very occasion of covering me as I was about to depart with my groceries. Recall last week's E Indian troupe in file entering the store through the self-checkout, an exit for crissakes, just as I finished up and was ready to depart.
After two weeks of waiting for the replacement cord for my HIFI Man headphones, it arrived. And lo, if the R side driver doesn't work. I don't think my analysis was incorrect, but just another headphone hassle on top of another one. How fitting; they decided to prevent me from listening to this set for three weeks, and now have sabotaged them again, without so much as any response in the R side, which was not the case when I engaged with the customer service rep to get the things RMA'ed. This insane sabotage of audio gear never fucking ends, and especially so for headphones. This goes back 40 years, when my very first pair, a Koss model, just fell apart slowly. The current pair of Grados, now 20 years old, have been back to the repair depot 4x in the last 15 years, as well as being sabotaged at least once before. (Once before was in 2002, the high harassment days, when the steel posts that attach to the driver just rotated on their own (they are fixed into the plastic gimbel bracket), and of course the drivers just dropped off the post.) I have even flung headphone pairs out as I was so pissed with the ongoing and senseless sabotage of them.
[Second time headphone evaluation; the HIFi Man headphones are now working in both channels. I though I would leave my exasperation rant as written, per above].
And to prevent the new footwear problems, I wore my safety toed boots today, and lo, I note that the heels are separating from them. I haven't worn these boots more than 10x, and they keep falling apart almost the same day. The new footwear problems are my regular hiking boots, now in use for 5 years, and why, they now pinch my toes. Either my feet are getting bigger, or my boots are shrinking. Don't laugh; I had a pair of custom boots that somehow "grew" two sizes larger with no apparent stretch; all components, sole and uppers, just all expanded together without any apparent expansion differential between them. Well done assholes.
Though this time it seems they are growing my feet as my runners are also now tight in the toes. No doubt a total footwear upgrade is in order, all in keeping with the perps senseless sabotage over footwear.
Post-Charlottestown analysis; I'm totally with Trump on this one, and good on him he isn't bending over for the liberal-azzi. Things got ugly there for sure, but this alt-left, or liberal-azzi notion of deemed press cover privilege and earnest righteousness needs to be put in its place. Same for those shameless (though less strident) versions here in Canada.
08-18-2017
Vine planting was finished in 3 hours this morning, and then onto bunch thinning the adjacent mature vines. Nice that the owners gave us a bottle of wine each after planting completion. On-off hot weather today, seeming in keeping with tan containment. And on-off hot (off due to clouds) because it wasn't smokey today.
08-19-2017
In the morning I met two former coworkers, both female babes, as the farmer's market. A brief chat on our employer news while amidst the throng, the one where so many people know to step in my way while I am approaching noiselessly from behind. At the regular market stall I go to, the regular young woman was back to her usual cursory; last time she was decidedly friendly.
Saturday, and a day off, save the small vineyard owner wanted me for more de-leafing. So off to work on my day off to scrape some more cash for the ongoing expenses that keep coming. I stopped in at the winery from last year, and picked up a wine that was nearly sold out. And meeting up with one of the above mentioned babes again. I must say, I like a perky personality. And the harvest babe from last year was there too, strapping, blonde and gorgeous.
Not trashed tonight for some reason; the fatigue stretch seems to be abating.
08-20-2017
Sunday, and another work day on de-leafing. I cannot get over these arranged heavy duty trucks on a Sunday. Before I got to the end of the street at 1000h, one boom truck was parked on the street, and then a redimix truck just around the corner. It is hard enough to get these guys out on a Saturday, let alone Sunday. And this is the Okanagan where the folks take their recreation seriously.
Anyhow, enough to get this launched for another week of the enslavement chronicles.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Motorcycle Noise Near My Door at 2000h
A song for Rachael O considering her present circumstances (not to be taken too literally!);02-23-12016
"I Remember You" by Eilen Jewell; (skip the muddy sounding live version Youtube live video).
An escalated noise intrusion; bring the infernal and most-loathed noise of all, the HD motorcycle noise some 50' away in the back lane from my door. Why at this time of night (2000h), and why at least four re-visits and loiterings before driving off and coming back? Does someone know I absolutely fucking hate that noise or what?
Normally, they start the HD motorcycle noise as passing "tourist traffic" in April when there is a little more warmth in the air, but no, last week they started it up with at least 10 pass-bys where I work at a vineyard on a week day no less. There is simply no tourist traffic at this time of year and the winter-time restaurant closures don't re-open until April here in this summer-time town. So why the early inundation of this infernal noise?
A PC invasion of major consideration yesterday; the perps locked it all up; the mouse, the tabs, the keys everything. Even Windows Task Manager was inaccessible, so I had to do a single finger Windows shutdown. I haven't had one of those for a few years that I recall, but at this is a new (to me) re-furbished PC, they simply must go through their sabotage regimen on every new device in the household.
And why have the perps just locked up my email? I wanted to send an email to Rachael O and the "Compose" button "failed" but nothing else did. Give me a break. Send her your thoughts at ongangstalking.blogspot.com (or .ca if in Canada).
And why is it when listening to a whole album online the perps stop the playing about 2/3 into it? It has happened 3x in the last week and it cannot be a fluke. This is following prior blocking of playing altogether from the same site, so I could say this is progress of a kind.
02-25-2016
Much swearing at the perps last night as they blocked the Black Keys from playing, but allowed Eilen Jewell's live album to play just fine from the same site. The only difference (apart from the music) is that Eilen Jewell is a long time favorite of mine and had only heard the Black Keys yesterday for the first time. I thought they sounded interesting and wanted a full album listen, but that wasn't allowed.
And ditto when they blocked access to this blog for writing more of my vexations about their sabotage last night.
More swearing at the assholes today as they put a least six 2 to 3 mm holes on the R knee area of my very favorite winter time pants, my Craft thermal tights. I wear them all the time when on my own time as they have a 2mm pile of fleece on the inside, and being tights, they bend with me, so no air pockets etc., and are reasonably wind proof outside. They are absolutely the best winter time pants to wear, inside or outside, and can also serve as thermal underwear for work pants when working outside in the driving wind and cold. This is my second pair, and I purchased them only six months ago, and I am absolutely livid this insane sabotage attack erupted on them. And for the record, this did not "happen" in laundering them as I have worn the same pair for two weeks (evenings only), and nor did I attempt to climb any barbed wire or other snagging artifices. That they all erupted on my R knee and within a 6" radius spells perp sick-assed sabotage writ large. Ever notice the gangstalkers going around with spandex knee braces on if wearing shorts? What is with that too?
My hand is underneath the fabric to display as many holes simultaneously.
A road trip to Kelowna to see the "good' doctor, a three month interval since the last time. It seems that I am in the "tweak zone" now; up the injectable testosterone and DHEA a little, based on the latest test results. She slipped in a cholesterol test panel into the tests of three weeks ago; cholesterol, HDL, LDL, triglycerides etc., and said my numbers were "beautiful" and she had never seen a patient before with all those related parameters at levels she considers perfectly healthy. I suppose I can accept the praise, though I had little to do with it.
And I was gangstalked up the asshole when I got there too. Not only were my regular parking location meters now an hour instead of two and I had to park a block further N, but this young male gangstalker was on my ass as soon as I finished plugging the meter, and the mofo stalked me for a whole block, then a half block down an alley, and then right into the doctor's office. I haven't seen anything so blatant for a few years. Worse yet, they kept me hanging at the desk with this dick on my tail as the receptionist "happened" not to be there for a few minutes. Then another hoodie wearing woman came in with sunglasses (at 0900h) just to add to the clusterfuck inside the doctor's office. And what was a young male (under 24) doing at an anti-ageing and skin treatment clinic for crissakes?
Strangely, the doctor was wearing her coat for the first half of the consult session, and after I was putting on my shirt after she inspected the spots on my back, tingling of late, and when I turned around, she was wearing a normal indoor top/sweater set and her coat was off. What can I say? The perps just LOVE clothing on/off games, and having this victim remove his shirt, and she near simultaneously remove her coat is just too funny for the perps and their clothing color games. I suppose that is why strippers and lap dancers are everywhere these days.
I took my much sabotaged sole-delaminating boots from the Pentiction shoemaker who has had them for the past 5 months and hasn't done squat, and took them to the shoemaker in Kelowna. As it "happened" the assistant shoemaker in Penticton who promised to fix them and did squat has now relocated to Kelowna at the very shop I went to. And he was there, and recalled the boots and the owner assured me that they could be fixed. (Stitched through the sole). Oddly, to me, the owner promised to fix them for free, and better than that, he phoned me before the doctor's appointment was done and I got them back within the hour. These are the safety toed boots that just kept delaminating all last year, and had been in the shop at least 4x. That in alternation with the other pair of work boots that wore out, got fixed, and then the sole wore out in two months. I took these to Kelowna to get fixed over Christmas as I was pissed the Pentiction shoemaker ripped me off. Too much of a coincidence over these boots, shoemakers who re-locate to the competition 80 miles away and who get to work on them again in a different shop.
And on this re-furbished PC, in place of my regular one, now two months away for repairs that should of taken two weeks, I see my Yahoo email is now sabotaged in Firefox. It was displaying and behaving just fine, and lo, if the all too familiar stripped graphics and all text jammed to the left side stunt didn't erupt, just like on the regular PC. I "solved" this by using IE, but based on past experience it too will fail, and Chrome will finally "resolve" the problem like with the regular PC whenever it comes back.
On the other electronic item repair obstruction front, the amplifier is also over two months away for getting fixed. After they told me it shipped I waited two weeks and then emailed them for a tracking number to find out where it was. After not responding for another three days I now find out they didn't ship it at all, and only sent it yesterday. Like WTF; both were sent for repair/upgrade Dec. 18, 2015 and both parties have (seemingly) independently dithered and pissed around to obstruct return of my electronic items. I have half a mind to get another amplifier so I am never held to ransom like this again, but if needed, the perps can take both out at once if they like.
Not much web time tonight as I must sharpen the pruner blades for what I hope is a final day of vine pruning at this vineyard. The blades were deadly sharp and lo, within a few hours of use, why, the edges had been dulled by some means, both the electric pruners and the hardly used secateurs. Good one; I just love doing extra sharpening work. Almost as much as I like the HD noise.
02-26-2016, Friday
Finished the pruning at the vineyard, or at least, the cutting part and the pulling and clean-up to come later. And for that I get a week lay off while the new guy who doesn't know a whole lot gets to work all week. The excuse is that the owners are away etc. Bullshit.
And the alternate employer, with whom I shall work next week is to raise my pay from $11 to $12 starting Monday. Hardly a coinicidence though my pay rate is something I don't think much about; sufficient or not is the broad categorization, and the living wage in this town is $18. One needs a car for farm work, so what gives?
I was sharpening pruner blades again, as they have the annoying "habit" of the edges prematurely dulling. As part of the exercise I use paper towels, another perp fascination. And when putting the tools away, why, a water leak springs "from" the nearby 4L water jugs I use for my drinking water. It somehow dripped down the shelf onto a box for storing wine, and onto the floor. More paper towels got used to clean this mess up.
Then the syringe fuckery continues (for my injectable testosterone, as prescribed by a Responsible MD I hasten to add). Not only did they appear to steal about 4 to 6 of them about three weeks ago, they screwed me out of getting a new set to go with the Rx I picked up today. Thanks a bunch assholes. Then the opening hours on Saturdays preclude me from getting them then. On and on it fucking goes, one inconvenience on top of another and then more when attempting to remedy the sabotage. All in the name of either delaying my testosterone intake or else having me fish out used ones (by me only) and treat them with alcohol to sterilize them. Makes me sound like a drug addict. But perhaps that it is what it is all about; have me at least partially emulate what they might do to remotely monitor the energetic effects of substances in syringes that were re-used after sterilization treatment with alcohol. And follow said victim for all time, monitoring his every last cell in his body that had anything to do with the injected testosterone. Can we predict another 10 years of this insane abuse all for the assholes whose modus operandi is to never openly declare their human nonconsensual experimentation agenda? And might that extend to the whole human race, with thousands of TI's as extra "special" abuse subjects?
02-27-2016
I see Rachael O is out of being "sectioned" in MA legal parlance. No extended stay like they did to me. (Not like it saved me rent, as I still had my apartment in Seattle). I did send her an email and a blog comment a week ago or so, but I never heard back. I can understand why she, or anyone for that matter, doesn't need my help. (Because I am the TI Pariah, not because I am unhelpful!).
A warm sunny day in the vineyards near Oliver BC. I thought I was due to be pruning all day, but only a half an hour later we were called off to do netting removal at another site, about two miles away. And so, instead of cutting vines I was cutting off plastic trellis clips for most of the day as they need to be removed ahead of the tractor and the net winder pulling the nets in. I also got to work on the latter for two hours or so, pulling the net off the vines and the posts ahead of the tractor crew.
As usual, the Punjabi co-worker males jabbered away while I was doing this, they running the tractor and the net winder on the back forks. (The tractor backs down the aisle so the rear mounted net winder leads). And have I not mentioned in long ago postings how the perps just love to drive vehicles, this time farm equipment, over top of the very ground I have just walked on. Failing that, they will even plow it up, going back to the potato digging days of 2010-11.
I got the usual "average" aircraft coverage, perhaps 8 on the day, down from the past working Saturdays of double that. One was a EC-135 helicopter flying low, some 200' above terrain and with readable call numbers on the underside. I haven't seen this one before with a silver painted fuselage underside and black above. The perps just love that model of helicopter for some reason, with its characteristic rotor-in-tail feature. Also that it has a much lower noise profile, a softer, puttering noise from afar; go figure. The all time EC-135 coverage was in that same area in 04-2012, when two all black (identical livery) EC-135's flew in formation from S to N, and didn't return. How do you get two identical unmarked black helicopters together? I see that these puppies go for $3.2 to 4.0 million USD apiece, so who has the coin to fly these around in such frequency?
At the SOF supermarket last night, and I filled a 4L water jug owing to the above sudden rupture. The display and fountain is at an aisle end, and so what "happens"? Why a gangstalker shopper male does a 360 degree rotation at the N aisle junction 5' from me and then takes off, and lo, if he doesn't return and do another 360 degree aisle spin at the S aisle junction. Can we say this might be one mightly confused shopper with identical confusion behavior at both aisle ends (an aisle intersection that is), or was it just a sick-assed gangstalker-operative putting on the gangstalk acting on orders per SOP? You tell me.
02-28-2016
Sunday, and a rare day off of late as the winery owner hasn't got water at his site. It takes two weeks to get his in-ground tank filled (from a tanker) it seems. The well is dry (or else the pump isn't working) and he is hoping for creek water soon. With three sources of water, lake, well and creek, it seems like a made-for-perps scenario, given their interest in all things water and its provenance, including rain and snow. Now add in tanker delivered water to his situation and we have four sources no less.
I have been wearing boots (pair #3) at work (e.g., yesterday) for two months and they are wonderful, even at 5lb/pair, and are technically mountaineering boots. And so what "happens"? Why both my heels are blistered from yesterday's work which was not arduous in any way, the latter three hours was spent on level and soft soil, and walking the entire time.
Time to post this as I don't expect any further major reportable eruptions today. A shut-in Sunday so far, at1430h.
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