Order and Disorder

05-21-2019
I attempted to order online tix to a local club as part of my every (approx) 3 month fix to see live music at the Dream Cafe. I wrote the date and time in my diary, and then proceeded to order online via Paypal which "somehow" failed, twice. This erupted into yet another instance where the Psychopathic assholes had me write the event in my diary on the wrong month/week (by way of remote dithering as I don't make these mistakes, and especially when knowing that the Psychopaths of Remote Neural Fuckery are constantly on my ass). This has "happened" far too many times to count, (maybe 5x/year), these mental intrusions of date book/appointment fuckery that "happens" by at least two orders of magnitude more  since all this insane shit came down 04-2002.

This time, they added more FUD (Fear, Uncertainty, Doubt) into the mix, as by the next attempt to order tickets, I just may get shut out due a sudden eruption of bookings. (In other words, the diary entry stands, but as the event has not yet been formally booked and paid for, there exists a risk that it may get fully booked in the interim, a variation on the "getting the wrong date" jerk-arounds that have become a factor in my imposed existence as a human non-consensual human experimentation subject). And just what is it that so interests the insane Psychopaths of the Fourth Reich (PFR, alternately, the Psychopathic Confederacy (PC), or if you prefer, The Powers That Be, TPTB) that they need to continually subject their victims to constant date re-assignment/certainty fuckery? (Add on the litany of cancellations and postponements of other engagements plus the odd missed event, i.e. "forgot"). The short answer is, "I don't know (or care), so leave me alone after 17 years of this insane abuse".

I will posit that the longer considered, but speculative, answer is that the Psychopaths, per above, have selected victims/subjects to research their need to find the Universal Wave Function, as per Hugh Everett III and the Many Worlds Interpretation MWI. And I just "happen" to be one of the more predominant victims; as far as I know, they don't torture or abuse any other TI with such intense scrutiny or orchestration. And as mentioned in many prior postings, I am also a likely MKULTRA victim, having three years of recall deleted when I was aged 2 to 5, two of which were spent in that hotbed of mental state trashing of perhaps thousands of victims, McGill University, Montreal, PQ, where my father took his PhD where the mind trashing took place under the direction of Dr. Ewan Cameron, the Uber Satan of Psychiatry.

Said Many Worlds Theory posits that all variations and permutations of a decision have their own world; somewhere there are worlds where all this exists (the "realist" version, though others have a theoretical (relative state) version).  So it would seem that forced screwing up of merely writing down the date (as it "happened") is a part of their ongoing Fuckery Campaign, which has likely been in place all my life, and accelerated since 04-2002. (And can we also count the 100+ or so typos just to compose these two paragraphs?). More many Worlds Interpretation links exist, and I have by no means have given them justice, and passed on the lame-assed Wikipedia version. This one at Quora looks more interesting.

05-24-2019
I finally got to deal with my unemployment claim from earlier this year that suffered not one, but two, peculiar and extended delays. First was the employment record to be furnished by the employer that was held up for no reason whatsoever. I spoke (nicely and respectfully) with the employer hold-up Chief Financial Officer at least twice to no avail, and was fed utter nonsense. An email to his boss, whom I had met on the job site (decent guy) got matters moving all inside the next day. As to why the CFO deigned to handle my paperwork himself was never determined, as the employment record submission is something that the payroll flunkies do. That two month delay seemed to be a "warm up" cookie for the unemployment outfit, who having all the paperwork in hand, then decided to keep me holding for a "decision", and on and on it went. So... off to the local government office where they confirmed all my paperwork was in order, and so I got to use the government phone to phone the correct office.

After a five minute wait on the phone, I got what I later considered to be the shake-down stooge. First she asked about where I got the notice that the unemployment claim was pending, and I said it was in my bi-weekly reports and my government services account. This woman insisted that it would only be the latter and not the former, and I disagreed. Then I said it really doesn't matter where it was, it states that "a decision is to be made soon" (by them). Then she goes on as to why I waited so long to phone them, and I said I only learned today that this was possible. Then she says, "didn't you read the form that was sent Dec. 18, 2018", and I said yes, and I will look it over as I have it at hand, which I did. I read the letter on both sides, and no phone number. She doesn't act surprised, or say anything. Then she proceeds with, "didn't I look online for a phone number", and I said I did, but couldn't find one. (Again, no response). Then I said, why don't you take online email, and she said, "we don't provide that service". Then she asked me, "why did I wait so long to contact them" (latter 02-2019 to present, 05-23-2019). I said, the message first said, wait to March 05, and then was replaced with an undated version;
 

We have received new information on your claim but have not yet made a decision. We are making every effort to review this information as soon as possible.

Which means the onus is on them to tell me, right?

And then I asked just what is the official definition of "soon", and why don't you publish it, and furthermore, put a date limit on the notice (above), stating that I am to call them after a certain date, with the supplied phone number (heretofore, kept secret). Too logical, and too pointed I suppose, so immediately after that, she turned me over to a male, who was cool and calm, reviewed the claim and affirmed all was in order and that it was allowed and all was OK. (No reference to the prior pit bull questions whatsoever). I asked him if there was any reason for this latter three month delay on top of a two month day incurred by the employer, and he said, "I can't see anything here". I said fine, and that was all I needed to know.

So if all was OK and all the paperwork in place, even if delayed, what was the problem? And then why this attack pit bull (shakedown stooge) to shake me down with these directed  questions that were getting perverse, as well as shrill? It is either the work of the Psychopaths, or else it is Standard Operating Procedure (SOP) for EI benefits in Canada, that a certain percentage are selected to be fucked with, claim delayed, and then given the pit bull treatment. They pulled this shit way back when on me, and then retracted when I complained. Two years later in the news, there was a mention of a government policy to yank people off unemployment and see if they kick. Then and now, I kicked, and got them straightened out. Which just goes to show you that government benefits can be fleeting, and are at the behest of the "review officer", guarded by shakedown stooges. All of which is not to be found in any Welcome to Canada literature, nor mentioned in what your tax dollars really support (antagonistic agencies to deprive one of rightful benefits they claim to "manage"). I am quite sure that I haven't heard the last of this one, and just may now have a target painted on my back for further bureaucratic retribution.


A full court press at work after the above mentioned unemployment benefits resolution. The Friday guy was there on the Thursday, supposedly because it would rain then, but it didn't come close. The former boss was there for the first time in three weeks, doing driveway maintenance. A 300m asphalt driveway was put in place three days ago through the vineyard to the new house finished late last year. No more of that outrageous dust storm at each vehicle passing, but no doubt it will interfere with tractor operations as the driveway bisects at least 50 rows. The Psychopaths always have a plan.

Later in the day, my Fickle Friend needed to come over as his internet service is down (still, months now), and had to get his resume in order. In fact,he had to re-type it and re-format it to his high standard. So he got to sit right here where I am now typing this posting up and using my computer gear, and he also "happened" to seat himself in at least three other chairs over the evening. He is very "chair aware", in that he immediately lands his butt in one, and moves onto another in short order. You know, testing the color radiance/energies in differing chairs of mine, a surrogate chair sitter if you will. And too, per usual, too much wine was consumed, including one bottle I had remaining from my visit to the wine store, per above.

Elsewhere, and the prior day, and on the gangstalking front; I was talking to the guy I know at the wine section of SOF supermarket, my regular beat. Then this woman comes into the wine section making a direct beeline to where we were standing, indicating that she was looking for a certain wine just where we "happened" to be. Like WTF; no browsing, just an outrageous intrusion, and she doesn't select any wine after all that. I look up for other gangstalkers, as there is nearly always more of the assholes when they want to displace me, and sure enough, a well dressed dude is barrelling down on me, but I had enough room, and no other gangstalkers closing in on me from the other direction (a common tactic, a sudden gangstalker confluence from three or more directions), to move aside and continue the conversation with the wine shop guy.

 Like WTF; what was that all about? A sudden eruption of two Fuckwits who needed to displace me from where I was standing after chatting with the wine shop guy for five minutes. This insane abuse of stalking and displacing me just where I am standing is plain crazy; here we have an unbound international (terrorist) organization hounding the utter shit out of someone for 17 years following 47 years of covert coverage, with limitless resources as well as unconventional ones (teleportation, remote neural manipulation, telekinetic fuckery capability), and here they are displacing me with gangstalking scum from where I stand at a (presumably) pre-orchestrated moment. Been there, had it done to me, countless times. Go fuck yourselves everyone; you have pulled this pointless stunt time and time again, and I am sick fed up of sudden gangstalker confluences designed to move me from where I was standing (untrafficked locations). Go home if you haven't the balls to show up and declare your sick minded intentions.

Which goes to show IMHO, all those chats with that guy, were likely designed around this shit show of gangstalker swarming. Time to take my wine shopping elsewhere.

Back to the theme of the recent litany of delay and dithering over making a purchase (or other decision); it is increasing of late (per above example of ordering local show tickets), e.g. sales folks who don't get back except by email when I ask them to phone. Then when I phone, I get the voice mail, and ergo, another day's delay, now three days due to the weekend. Then more phone tag. Its just plain bizarre that sales people are going out of their way to be unavailable. I always attributed this behavior to the Canadian sales ethic; just too languid, as I always had such great service whenever I visited the US, or dealt with US companies. Now I have the owner (apparently, using the owner's name in the email), of a US watch company going suddenly AWOL over responding to the second round of an email, when all he had to do was give me a quote. Instead I got needless questions on the same specifications I requested.

It could be more delays by the Psychopaths over watches; they have an obsession on which models I wear. When they came on like deranged hyenas in 04-2002, they blatantly sabotaged two analog watches at the outset. They did not want me to have a steel mesh watch band it seemed. Ergo, rubber banded digital sports watches became OK, even if they somehow could not be adjusted at time change times and "needed" to be taken to the jewelers. Over time these watches began to jam up (somehow) from dust, that is, the ones that the tractor didn't run over. Now that I have been watch-less for six months, I am overdue to deal this this last-most incursion of watch sabotage. And lo, I get a runaround on this one, seemingly from the company owner.

Another inexcusable recent delay was a part time employer, who finally paid up after nearly four weeks of running around with my check (he says). Just plain absurd, and all the more so, as this guy isn't a bozo by any means. Nor did he explain the shit show last month as to why vineyard pruning wasn't adequately resourced and was left so late. Nor did he have anything to add about the irrational antics of the property owner. Just more regular folks acting irregularly, both of them. Which has been one of the defining characteristics of this abuse-athon since it came down 04-2002.

Enough for a posting and call another week done.

What Are the Cops Realy For?

03-04-2019

A Craigslist posting, unrelated to me I hasten to add; here is the cleaned up text before the content at the link goes poof;

Catch 22- for Surrey's (Royal Canadian Mounted Police, RCMP) top brass, caught in the act, abusing 1 million+ to 1.5? Two and a half yrs and counting and a crew of 25 impact people caught staging crime scenes for drug and rape charges on me,, with 12 botched attempts over this time period, they do this by using prostitutes and drug addicts for planting incriminating evidence for conviction!!,, Coincidentally the 2 girls they used on me at end of 2016, 1 was a 30yr vet or (pet)of Surrey/Langley RCMP,, informant/setup girl/prostitute.other not that long,,,but both convicted Kevin Sharp in 2014,, then end of 2016 tried me!! """Botched""""well the hookers ,, get crime stoppers checks and police get promoted and bonuses..they get rewarded!! Well now there in a position::: what do we do now?? All this money!! Tax payers money!!! So either they charge me on staged/fake crime scenes evidence,, or take a chance with my incriminating evidence against Surreys top brass.my evidence is overwelming, including recording of police entering my truck and planting evidence!! Dirty!dirty. Media, newspapers premiers, prime minister, on and on etc from west coast to east coast and all aware of this case that will be brought to public's attention!! Eventually!! Maybe some questions should be asked to the top brass of Surrey RCMP about spending tax dollars on fake crime scenes that could not happen!! Without there knowledge!! Period!! Reply to Surreys top brass for answers!

    Do not contact me with unsolicited services or offers Post id: 6832279565 Posted: 2 days ago

Surrey, British Columbia, being the biggest detachment of the RCMP in the province, and incidentally a sordid history of obstructing serial killer investigations, with specifically with respect to the Robert Pickton serial murder case. (And in the link, it seems the investigator Wally Oppal, didn't want to know the details either). And if the above rant is accurate, they seem to be up to staging crime scenes. Possibly to entrap this person, but I don't know. But I have seen a few staged traffic accident scenes in the past, back in 2003-2005, when they were hot on my ass, backing down from the intense abuse and torture days of 04-2002 to year end. Though I suspect the complainant has more serious issues than those ridiculous drive-by "shows" the local Victoria police (not the RCMP) put on for me.

And another link to the above mentioned Robert Pickton case, which is unequivocal; the RCMP had enough evidence for a search warrant in 1999 and the killer wasn't apprehended until 2002. This from a woman RCMP officer involved in the case.

And the police (RCMP here, aka, Royal Canadian Mendacious Plods) do seem to "happen" to be around me much more than the pre-04-2002 usual. Why, they even come to the SOF supermarket to do their stalking in uniform for crissakes. I went to a nearby drug store I don't normally frequent to get a certain doctor recommended iron supplement about two years ago, and lo, if they didn't put on a blonde woman police officer just to hang around when I got this over-the-counter item. Exciting police work for sure. And it was two weeks ago that they parked a police car next to mine at the mall, an escalation of their curious presence, and so I took a picture, which I was going to post here. And lo, if it just didn't disappear off my phone. Way too convenient.

So what are these police really for in the TI context? I could not truthfully say that they are entirely perp puppets, because they come a cropper sometimes and look absolutely foolish, and on the odd occasion they unfortunately suffer a fatality in the course of duty. But it just seems that they know a whole lot more of what is going on besides the law enforcement angle. And it seems that even the above mentioned Wally Oppal in his 1500pp report "somehow" didn't get to the bottom of the Surrey RCMP's bumbling, fumbling and wilful obstruction. In fact, I heard on the news at the time of the inquiry that a witness said that Pickton (the serial killer) was protected by the bikers, and therefore the police wouldn't touch him. A very interesting line of inquiry should of developed from this, but instead, the investigator, Wally Oppal, shut the witness down right then and there.

03-05-2019
A day of pruning vines in the vineyard; curiously the owners had the winery locked up all day even if they were at their adjacent house. Normally it is unlocked at the back and I have my breaks and lunch there. But for some curious reason, and without any prior notification, the norm to date, why, it was locked all day. I had my first break in my vehicle, but at lunch I needed to take a piss, and drove some 10 minutes back to my place. Like WTF; the owners are decent people, they always communicated the winery access status to me in advance, and now today, squat.

As it "so happens" my vineyard co-worker was also away today, so she wasn't put out either. Sounds like too much of a coincidence. Just one of those days when the perps didn't want me to have any interaction with anyone at work. Save the tourist when I "happened" to arrive after lunch and he was looking to taste wine, and I explained to him that the wine shop was only open Thurs.-Sun. at this time of year. After I told him that, he gives me this half furtive, half scared glance, and says thanks.

And what is this escalated shit of late; I am getting no end of stares and furtive glances for no reason whatsoever. Passing motorists, pedestrians etc. Go fuck yourselves or else tell me what is it exactly that you see that makes you scared shitless.

Another item to pick up at the Post Office, a high-gangstalking event for sure, and today was no exception. I had a parcel to pick up last week, and I got my extra obvious "droogie" stalker outside, and then the Fuckwit came inside when I was heading out.

This time it was a large-ish (fat bare calves) blonde woman in the long coat which "happened" to be the same color of brown as my vehicle interior. She doing the lead-ahead stalking some 40' ahead, and lo, if she didn't enter the same store as the PO, and lo, if she didn't "happen" to need to go to the PO desk ahead of me. I waited where one is supposed to wait, and lo, if this Scottish Fuckwit woman arrives behind me and didn't "need" to disrupt me as I "happened" to be standing in front of the mail box. Then this Scottish Fuckwit woman decided not to mail her letters and instead hang back (stalk as I see it) and once the brown coated stalker woman had finished, ask the PO clerk about the mail pick up times.

As it was after 1600h, and the Scottish Fuckwit woman thought mail pick up was 1700h, she missed the pick up. I just don't get this shit, as why this woman had to intervene before my turn for some information that was posted on the mail box, and besides, the mail would be there for tomorrow's pick up, as the clerk explained. What is it about the Fuckwits that they need to butt in, or interject? That wasn't all the action either; another younger woman without a coat, a seeming store staff member, just "needed" to hang around, almost like a shopper, but not quite. She then zooms in just after I finished to talk to the PO clerk. An instance of having a planted Fuckwit "needing" to yak with the PO clerk before and another  after my transaction. No cash was exchanged, it was just a pick up.

The PO clerk was also acting up; not that I had seen him there before, as it seems I get a different PO clerk each time I go there. I give him my delivery notice and my ID together, he then checks on the system for my parcel, and then asks me for my ID. Like WTF; I point to my ID in his hand, tell him "that is it", and he says, "oh yeah". That wasn't dumb, that was playing dumb IMHO, again, having never set eyes on the twit before.

Which brings to mind other variations of visits to this same PO; last year when I picked up a parcel of my landlord's who were away on vacation, (and with their permission), as I have the same address and it was permissible. That is, picking up a parcel but not taking permanent possession as the item wasn't mine. And of course, there have been a few financial transactions at this same PO due to the parcel border crossing ransom that is the norm in Canada. So do we have enough variations on parcel pickup at the PO? Perhaps in something like in a detailed Master Harassment Spreadsheet; picking up and taking possession, picking up for someone else with no permanent possession, picking up and taking possession with no financial transaction, picking up and taking possession with a financial transaction, etc. (Never mind the brown (parcel) color fixation of the perps' for now). On and on it goes, this relentless litany of minor variations on picking up a parcel for crissakes, now 16+years into this insane abuse-athon. And can you imagine all the variations there must be for all the normal things that I do in a day, like the rest of the normal world. That must be one very big Spreadsheet, aka, The Harassment and Abuse Delivery Database or whatever euphemistic name they would be likely to use.

And perhaps this whole PO stake-out was over the fact that I took possession of the parcel, because the perp assholes blanked me out as to who the parcel was from (and thereby, what was in it), which was most curious as I haven't ordered many things and I normally don't forget when there are a few inbound parcels. After dodging the Fuckwits changing their ambulatory trajectory on my store exit, and suffering some more furtive glances, I get outside with my brown boxed parcel, and why, there is the same "droogie" Fuckwit stalker from last week, doing the same act again, hovering bent over at his bicycle. All this shit over going to the Post Office for crissakes. And how long have humans had organized mail systems for; like over 200 years and here are the insane Fuckwits who surely must have been stalking others covertly all this time, and for some reason need to round on me when I pick up a parcel. Insane perps.

03-07-2019
A round of severe painful cramps last night, like 7x; it was so bad I was screaming at the assholes. And for the first time, they have located the cramps in my thighs, about 1/3 up from my knee, and on the inner side, and cramp target location makes it very difficult to walk it off. As in barely able to walk, save for some strange walk method on my tip toes. This went on from 1130h to 0100h, and then at 0330h, they hit me again. The latter was totally out of order, as they have never until last night, had such a large time span between cramp attacks. "Normally" they have the cramp attacks go on and off over an hour or two. And also, who ever heard of cramps in one's legs in identical locations at the very same time? I am no leg cramp expert, but this too was a first for me. Maybe they put on a new Abuse Technician and forgot to tell the shit that he has to make them seem "natural". Or else they decided to up the ante and dump the "natural" cover story; just screw the victim harder as they haven't yet got the results they were looking for in the some four years of leg cramp attacks.

03-09-2019
Unemployment benefits obstruction continues, this time the EI outfit (in Canada) has delayed a "decision", a gratuitous and capricious obstruction if there ever was one. They said they would make a "decision" by March 6, and now it is March 9 (Friday) and they still haven't done so. I am absolutely livid that I got hung out to dry for two months without the paperwork (Record of Employment, ROE) that every employer is required by law to supply in five days, and finally, after writing a firm but polite email to the CFO (for crissakes, its a brain-dead book keeper function, which I know from someone who routinely performed this task), and a copy to the CEO (whom I met a few times, - nice guy) do I get any action for the ROE paperwork. The CFO (finally) delivered the day after my email, and perhaps it was the CEO who got on his ass, I don't know, but it was the fastest the CFO ever moved on this matter in two months.

But deliver he did, the electronic ROE to the EI Unemployment benefits outfit. And I see the new ROE online, which their "notification" system somehow failed to tell me about, and I saw that they will make a "decision" on March 6. And what is this utter shit about a "decision"? All they have to do is their due diligence, ensure that all the electronic paperwork is legitimate, and then change my status to one who is legitimately receiving  unemployment benefits. And now, the message reads that they will make a "decision" soon, which their "notification" system also failed to tell me about. (At least they are on top of their messaging updates, once I find them). Like WTF; there are NO excuses, NO dodges, NO reasons; just pay out my EI claim even if the paper work was two months late through no fault of mine.

As I see it, the unemployment benefits outfit has decided to add insult to injury, and delay my benefits for utterly no reason. And if they had any gumption, they would go after the CFO and fine him the $2000 and put him in the slammer for six months; all possible penalties for not supplying the ROE within the required time frame. And if they really wanted to make a point, one that I was going to do, contact the chartered accountant body in this province and make a formal complaint. All these are revenge fantasies for sure. But what is the fucking point of holding up my rightful benefits for three weeks on top of eight weeks? On second thought, now that my analytical rational paranoia has kicked in; they have another screw-over in the works, and are going to pull something big. Stay tuned.

And why am I rationally paranoid in dealing with federal government bureaucracies, especially ones who don't permit one to send messages to them? Why, in 2005, 2006, and 2007, the infernal CRA (IRS  equivalent in the US with a whole lot more resources, organization and tenacity), asked me for the same paperwork as to my divorce agreement three years in a row. In 2006, when I pointed this out to them in my letter accompanying their requested document that they already had this on file from the previous year, I got no response. (No surprise). And I did the same thing again in the same circumstances in 2007, with the same outcome. Just senseless repetition over the same item for no reason. And when one lives in TI World, where everything is scripted to the microsecond (it seems), these aren't just auto-generated dictats from a tax collector with a wonky computer. In the least it is a purposeful and directed harassment of a selected victim, no matter the trivial excuses.

And can my vineyard co-worker cross paths enough" Not the gangstalker kind where they need to have someone step on the same ground as I do in the shortest possible time, but it just seems the coincidence factor is increasing. First at the same vineyard, then on bottling, and then she says she is going to Victoria in a few weeks (as am I), and today she says she is going to Kaleden this weekend, as am I. Not forgetting she pruned five rows at this same vineyard last year, though she wasn't there when I was. She is a nice person and I enjoy talking to her, but can we make it more obvious? Of course the perps can, and they sometimes will take up the challenge that I make.

I got hit with a nap attack for 1.5 hours tonight; they have been quite rare since the ADD medication started in 07-2018, but this is the second time in a week.

Anyhow, enough for a week and to get this posted.

Catching Up

02-16-2019
A posting to catch up for the past two weeks, having got the Feb. 4 posting done (dated Feb. 16 by Blogspot).

More snow for this region, and the whole of the Pacific Northwest, including Puget Sound, Vancouver and Victoria as well. That has kept me busy as I have been shoveling out the landlord's property too. As it faces the street, I am to clear the sidewalk and of course, make the pathways on the property clear too, as well as his two vehicles parked out front, visible from the street. All to give the property that lived-in look, as they are away in Mexico for 8 weeks. Good timing on their part for all the continued snowfalls.

No work this week, save a day helping out my former millwork installation employer for one day. I spent a considerable time doing caulking of counter tops at this commercial construction site where I had worked from 08-12 in 2018. The caulking job seemed like a prequel to my own caulking efforts at my residence the next day. I caulked some 4' in the shower stall after removing the old fugly molded caulking, and also recaulked another 4' of the counter top I installed at my residence about four weeks ago. And note, this is the very same counter top at the construction site, having been given some 16' of it after the job was done. I suppose they wanted a "repeat", where I do the same job on the same material at the construction site, and then at my residence, one day apart.

I also conveyed my continuing annoyance to my co-worker about the employer's wilful intransigence about getting my unemployment benefit paperwork done. It should be "paperwork" in quotes, as it is simply a no brainer electronic transmission to the government. And yet the fucker, an registered charter accountant no less, won't get this done. And how would he like to go two months with no pay? Time to write a nasty email to start his work week. And then start a complaint with the accounting practices board of which he is a professional member. Then as to what is next I have no idea, save naming the asshole. (I see the employer's website has changed recently so there are no more employee pictures, just the names). I simply cannot believe this fucking shit show has gone on for two months for absolutely no reason. Besides, even if the employment was acrimonious, which it isn't, the employer must furnish this document, called the Record of Employment (ROE). As to why the law puts so much control of an individual into some paper pusher's hands with no penalties of significance is beyond me. And it has been two weeks since I submitted a formal request, and nothing from the government either.

And BTW, I see the government now has their unemployment related forms online again; the Request for a Record of Employment form is now available online. When I was looking for it, it so "happened" that it wasn't, and the link was broken, which then caused me to go the the government's Service Canada office in town and request one. And as it "happened" they didn't have it either, (supposedly) and so I got snookered into a 1.5 hour wait in their office where an orchestrated brown people stalk-athon unfolded, as mentioned in a past blog posting.

For "some reason" I could not get to sleep, and spent most of the night awake before getting up at 0600h. I had to deal with the 8" of snowfall that morning, shoveling the sidewalks and pathways on behalf of the landlord who is away in Mexico. The street snow clearing was so overwhelmed that I decided to walk to the hospital construction site. That was a 30 minute walk or so, not bad considering the poor snow removal, both sidewalks and streets.

There was only one remaining co-worker, so we chatted plenty at the two breaks. He will be winding up the job in two weeks or so. He may need me for a day next week to do some heavy lifting etc.

The stalking coverage is getting more intense these past 4 weeks, since the start of New Year when I returned to Penticton. The Fuckwits are constantly on my ass when I get out of my vehicle or make a turn (ambulatory or driving). And the pit-lamping too; beaming headlights on me. The just-stand-there stalkers have also increased; these ridiculous assholes who stand in mid-sidewalk looking at their phones. I suppose it is a better cover story than the ones who just stand there without a prop, which was in plenty evidence before the ubiquity of so-called smart phones.

I had to do one of the routinely scheduled health care shit samples (every 5 years), and the Fuckwits were all over me at the waiting area in the lab at the hospital. All duly arranged, as I had the paper lab order with me the day before when I did a work day (per above), but "somehow" forgot to go to the lab afterwards. Another convenient "forget" that makes all these kinds of events seem so very arranged.

Got zapped in the night; I haven't had one of these for a while, but a sudden jolt to my thigh got me awake right quick.

And more perverse dreams, that could only of been planted. It was a vivid dream about working on an IT project, something I haven't done in 18 years since the harassment came on. Why did they plant that on me?

And a phone stunt from the computer tech where I took my spare PC in to get dual boot running. He finished the job, I picked the computer up, and later that day he phones me, but not in his usual manner of introducing himself and who he is working for and the purpose of his call. This time, I get a call and he asks is "Monica there?", and I say no, as there isn't one here. Then he makes up this lame excuse about looking at the wrong work order, which then ties him to the computer repair outfit, though I was beginning to recognize the voice. A very lame excuse it seems, as the work order for my PC was done, so why would he have mine next to an active work order? Nor does he backtrack to introduce himself in this faux confusion.

Anyhow, I don't go into a lot of detail on this topic in this her blog, though I will talk to TI's in person if I come to know them. I have made references to ML in past postings, as this theme (person) gets constantly planted on me (in mind) all day long, sometimes 200x or more. And I have seen her twice for real, and her likeness (height, build, age) at least a dozen times more. And so this computer tech just "happens" to mention that person by her first name in his supposedly errant call, momentarily confounding me without his usual self introduction? Yeah, right.

I worked on a bottling line for wine for three days last week. Same deal as always; just when everything is going right, no mean feat for all the technical issues and the cold, why, the bottling line shuts down. When I say "going right", I am referring to a kind of mind-state where it just seems that one isn't doing a whole lot of thinking beyond the assigned activities of supporting the production line. There is something about humans (and of course the nonconsensual human experimentees, aka TI's)  and production line work that seriously interests the perps.

02-18-2019
A statutory holiday in these here parts, Family Day for crissakes. I seems there was too long of a stretch between January and Easter, so they created a new one, invoking a sentimental excuse. Or, in my read on it, more like the politicians were told to do so, as the perps just love to disrupt routines, even the regular Mon-Fri weekday workers.

I spent the better part of yesterday getting the electronic gear back in its rack, and all of it then connected and moved under this new bench I built a few weeks ago. I also had to get the rack cut down and rejoined so it would go underneath. But for "some reason" the printer is on the blink, even if MS Windows says there is no problem with it. The before and after
pics.

And another related serious interest of the perps that I have come to find in recent months is my use of tools. That is, any use of a tool, and all the more interesting to them if I switch tools, say, use an impact driver instead of a drill. And it can be even shifting my use of snow removal tools; the sled-like pushing tool and then swapping over to use the snow scoop to clean up the trails of snow that the pushing tool missed. I noticed this particular example a few days ago when shoveling snow at about 0700h; the street yapping males just "happened" to start up some 30 seconds before I swapped snow removal tools. That there would be anyone outside at this time of morning just to stand and natter is unusual, and such timing doesn't go unnoticed when it seems that every noise around me is orchestrated to microsecond level precision, and of course, with designed volume and harmonic frequencies. And annoyance levels too.

And when working on the construction site job from 08-12, 2018, I either used other's tools, or bought my own, and loaned them out on a temporary basis. My co-workers also had some tool acquisition binges too, and I often shared in the tool talk, picked them up to admire, or on occasion borrowed them. As to what all that means to the perp assholes I have no idea. Just leave me the fuck alone, as I have been screwed enough.

And that should be it for the week.