Hard Drive Makes Detour

0940h
More infinite wierdness; last night's "discovery" (per scripted life) that the hard drive I ordered was delivered according to the UPS records but not recieved by me was resolved. The on/off now on part time manager knocked on my door this morning to deliver the parcel. The building manager had signed for it and left it in his lobby office since Feb. 24, six day hiatus as it sat in his office, presumably for testing it outside my PC. And the removable rack delivery got delayed for a week, so another round of hard drive quiescence is now arranged, this time sitting in its wrapper on my shelf in my apartment. Having objects, especially new ones, lie "in fallow" is a big deal for the perps, which involves all manner of feints and stunts to delay the expectable order and timing of events.

And the phone was out, presumably being fixed after I reported calls not connecting yesterday. One feint deserves another in this ongoing pantomine of arranged circumstances and adversity.

Off to do garden digging at my in-town brother's place, no offer of a ride of course. That means the city bus freakshow again, but hopefully the dude fest/swarm might be attenuated at this hour, but that isn't always a given.

1630h
The snap decision thing; I couldin't phone out, but my in-town brother could phone in, and at about 1000h he says "are you coming out", as in, am I able to help him for pay to re-build a 3' rock wall that flopped over this winter. Near immediate change up in the plans of course, but I head off to the bus stop to catch a bus to his place. He could come and get me so there would be more job time, but is either too lazy or instructed not too, as the perps want to put me through another city bus freakshow. First they had me wait at the bus stop and observe that there were three silver grey vehicles parked in file opposite with two embedded deep metallic red vehicles, same red. And lo, if the first vehicle that takes a slow troll in front of them is also the same deep metallic red color.

I was digging a trench behind his 3' rock that flopped onto his lawn and needs to be repaired. It had bed rock underneath it, so I am sure that all the soil on top of bedrock was endlessly fascinating for the perps, consumed with soil and earth interactions as they are, and are especially prone to be clearing lots and constructing buildings next to where I work and live. My brother bailed on me in short order, leaving me to do the job alone, and then managed to time his hovering before I packed up for lunch. Later, when I wanted to spray the back of the wall down, he intercepted me in using the hose to then spray his truck for spurious reasons. All part of that water fixation the perps have, and the color and material of the hose from which it is sprayed. Then he asks me to bucket out the water in the pool, and lo, if there was only a translucent red bucket suited for the job. Then after two scoopings of the brown puddle, he then suddenly jumps in and says he is going, I need to shut down immediately to get a ride with him to the bus route road. He is getting weirder and wierder, with these sudden changes of plan, and no advance notice. I wonder if he knows the perps are frazzing him or what the deal is.

2310h
I tried to read the ebook to prepare for tonight's DBA class, but the perps kept me nodding off, once per page for at least a minute per each.

At class they totally flummoxed me again in the same way as last week. They applied some kind of recall deletion as I had no clue as to how to get my database instance started, when I had been doing fine for at least 6 weeks. Then all of a sudden some idea comes through, and then I am off to the races, totally on top of it all for a time. I still haven't figured out what their plan is via a vis being a database support DBA or whatever development role that might be relevant. It is all very mysterious as to where this is going, especially after whacking my recall like they did.

I wore new (washed once after purchase) shirt tonight, olive green in color. And lo, if my two close consort gangstalkers on the bus weren't wearing the same color as my shirt, even if not visible underneath my jacket. And lo, they both got off at the same stop as I did, the college. The one with the strange olive green hat and brown coat also "happened" to be on the return bus at 2135h. No end to the coincidences.

It is getting late, time to call this a wrap, and to be glad I had something to do today.