Gang Stalking – Another day, another perp.

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One of the targets who befriended me on Facebook is in Las Vegas.  I emailed her to ask her to have lunch with me. I discovered she’s staying with another target I consider a gang stalker.  And I told her so.  She told me that she found V.  very nice and she didn’t believe what I said about V.

I find that a lot of things V. says are questionable. V. said she’d been fired.  She has two kids, and she wasn’t working, how can she afford a new moped which cost $800+ when she’s not working? Then she said she had cancer – never lost her hair, never went into the hospital, how can she have cancer and not have chemo?  V. tells a lot of lies.  I can see right through her. I can tell when someone is lying. Most targets don’t spend their time going to nightclubs.  V. is always out partying.  I’m not saying that she can’t go to night clubs, but most of us would have  a terrible time at night clubs. We’d be hounded to death. But V. never complains about gang stalkers.   She’s never been stalked, had her clothes ripped, no one ever breaks into her home.  There’s something about her that screams “gang stalker.” I listen to my instincts, and they’re pretty good.

The target who came in from Seattle wouldn’t have lunch with me because of what I said about V.  I think she probably thinks I’m the perp.  V.’s convinced the woman from Seattle that she’s a little saint. That’s not the impression I get. V. seems extremely self-centered and cares little about others.  It’s all about V.

It’s all right, she can think I’m a perp. Because some day, she’s going to find out the truth about V.  And when she finds out, she’s going to be very disappointed.  I was really looking forward to meeting the target from Seattle, but I guess it’s not meant to be. It would have been nice to have contact with another target.

But we all have lessons to learn in life, maybe the target from Seattle needs to learn something.

Who knows?  Maybe they’re both perps?

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Gang Stalking…it just never ends.

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I’m proud of myself today. For the very first time since my gang stalking began, I managed to keep my mouth shut around gang stalkers. Usually, no matter how hard I try, I always end up reacting to some freak. Today, was the first time, I was able to keep my mouth shut and keep walking, even though there were a few gang stalkers I wanted to slap. Telling myself to ignore them, ignore them is really working for me.  I didn’t think I would ever be able to take a walk and not keep my mouth shut around the freaks, but today I did.  And it keeps getting easier every day.  Pretty soon, no matter what they do to me, I’ll keep my cool. And believe me, as a former New Yorker, you don’t know how hard that is!

I told you recently how things have gone at Albertsons, the supermarket.  For about three weeks now, things have gone very well every time I go into Albertsons. Well, that niceness lasted 3 minutes.  They’re back to their old way of  treating me.  I went into Albertsons today, and within 3 minutes of  being  in the store, it began again.  The public address system began playing deafening music; everywhere I went, loud laughter and talking.   And bad service at the deli with the woman who gave me terrible service the last time I complained to Albertsons.  As soon as I get off this blog, I’m going into Albertsons’ website and give it my feedback again.  No one is going to get my money and treat me rudely.  As I wrote recently, don’t let anyone abuse you.  Don’t put with it, especially if they’re taking your money.  In my opinion, money speaks.  I’m sure Albertsons doesn’t want to lose customers, especially the way the economy is in Las Vegas, Nevada.  And if someone at Albertsons gets fires, maybe they’ll learn how to treat customers.  Or maybe some of them should think about working somewhere where they don’t have to deal with people. I should really stop going into the stupid store.

One of my readers gave me feedback on how my blog looks.  I’m thankful to him.  He wrote  me that my blog title was in French, and there was some Chinese writing directing my blog to a Chinese site which went nowhere.  If any of you readers see any strange things in my blog, if you get a chance, please let me know.  I would appreciate hearing from you.  Thank you. And thank you, Nico.

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Gang Stalking – Yes, gang stalking happens at your job, too.

 

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It used to be that the people who live in my complex were a little more subtle than they are now.  When I used to go out, I’d hear a lot of horns beeping, a lot of door slamming, people throwing their garbage away, always.  I know they’re all spies and snitches and report everything I do, but it wasn’t as in my face as it is now.  Now, I can’t even go out to throw my garbage away without having almost everyone in the complex making believing he/she just has to do something when I step out.  Like they have to go outside to smoke their cigarette, just have to pass my door going absolutely nowhere, etc.  And then I watch them as they run to the office and report to the dirt-bag complex manager that I’m just standing outside.  They don’t want me to even go outside my door anymore.  They want to keep me imprisoned in my apartment.  Well, I’ll continue to go outside and stand in front of my door.  They can keep running to the dirt-bag complex manager and report me.  They don’t scare me.  And I’ve decided, the only way the freaks are going to keep me quiet, is to kill me, because I will not back down. And I would not put it beyond them to kill me.

When my gang stalking began, it was at work that I noticed something weird  happening to me.  At the time, I didn’t realize what.  Odd things went on where I lived, but it wasn’t really anything that really bothered me.  It was at work where I noticed how I was really being treated.

I began noticing that people would not talk to me when I talked to them, and they’d move away quickly.  Someone would talk about me and say nasty things in front of my face.  I would go into the lunchroom and try to sit next to a co-worker, and  told the seat  was for someone else.  And then I’d watch as no one filled the seat.  When I would walk  through the parking lot, construction workers would pass by me and give me  very creepy looks.  This was done by all the men, not one.  I thought  it was strange, but I dismissed their looks.   I began to notice that anytime anything happened at work, it was always my fault.  When I went to lunch in the restaurant located in the building, no one would come out to serve me lunch.  Or if they came out to help, they would rudely talk to me, and sloppily serve me  food.

What they were doing to me is “Workplace mobbing.”   Everyone at your workplace is targeting you.  The same thing that happens to you on the outside is happening to you at work.  Only at work, it might cause you your job.  The people who harass you will make your work environment so toxic that you’ll either lose your job, or quit because you can’t take the harassment.  Or the stress will be so bad that you have to take medication to calm yourself.   The harassment will come from your boss, co-workers, friends.  They will all deny that anything is happening to you.  But eventually what will happen, is that you’ll be fired, or you’ll quit.

So if strange things are happening to you at work, it’s just part of your gang stalking.  It’s not your imagination.  What you think is happening, is.

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Gang Stalking- Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – If you could change how schools work…

what would you change?

What is wrong with how public education for kids is structured? What works well?  What specific things about school do you remember good or bad?

I went to Catholic school until 8th grade.  While in Catholic school, the nuns were very strict. It was either listen to them, or  get some sort of punishment: sit in the hallway; write 500 times of something I said; miss going on an outing; or spend months sitting in detention.  We all knew that it was better to go with the flow, or have to put up with some punishment from the nuns.  Mean, they were.  But you know what, I learned a lot.  And I wouldn’t trade what I learned from the nuns for all the gold in China.

Having so much discipline in grade school, made me not want to go to Catholic high school.  I didn’t even take the entrance exam to get into Catholic high school.  I knew I didn’t want to spend another four years with the nuns.  Eight years of being in their presence was enough for me.

So I decided when I became a Freshman, it was going to be in  public school.  Was I in for a shock!

In Catholic school, I wore a uniform and so did everybody else.  Wearing the uniform made me feel part of a group; like I belonged somewhere special.

When I entered public school, everybody wore what they felt like wearing.  There seemed to be no unity among the students.  There were so many cliques, it was hard to tell what was what.  The public school kids were meaner.  And there was no one in charge who seemed to know what was going on.

The subjects taught were things I’d learned in my classes in Catholic school.  In the four-years I spent in high school, there were very few things that hadn’t been taught to me by the nuns.  I got bored.  I thought high school was going to be more interesting, but  the teachers all seemed bored.  They were all there to get a paycheck and the  hell with the kids.  The only thing they would get upset about was if I  missed a day of school.  If I missed a day of school, that meant that the school wouldn’t get paid for me that day.  There were teachers who cared and it showed.  But most were there for the paycheck and nothing else.

The positive side of public education, is  diversity of the student body.  In Catholic school, all the girls were Catholic and believed in the same things I did.  In public school, there were people of all races and religions.  All, somehow, getting along. But, however, the discipline from Catholic school was non-existent.  Students answered  teachers back without any punishment.  The students seemed to controlled the teachers.  In Catholic school, we knew the nuns were not to be messed with.  And it made a difference in how we learned.  We knew we better get with the program, or we be out on our asses.

My experience in high school was a feeling of just there being too many students for too few teachers.  There were so many kids in every class that the teacher barely remembered the students’ names.

To change how schools are structured, I’d have fewer students in a class.  There be more discipline in the classroom.   And teachers would not have tenure.  If the teacher is not a good teacher, she’s fired.  I believe in unions, but not at the cost of the students.  Some people are not meant to be teachers.

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Gang Stalking – Off Topic – PostaDay 2011 – Describe your first job interview.

My first job interview, okay.

I was still in high school and I wanted to make some extra money. I went to Mays Department Store (New York) to apply for a job as  a stock girl. I didn’t know what a  stock girl was and I had no idea what  I’d be doing. I arrived at the Personnel Office early and  was told to wait because I was “too early.” I waited about 20 minutes.  As the minutes ticked away, I got more and more nervous (maybe they do this purposely).  And I though of  picking myself up and walking out the door.  Anyway, finally, the woman in Personnel  led  me into her  inner sanctum. Nothing glamorous. Everything was grey and dull.  She asked me  if I had any work experience. (I don’t remember filling out a job application.) Of course, I replied no. She asked me other questions, none of which I can remember.  It’s all a fog.

She described in detail what I would be doing.  I would help out the cashiers doing things such as:  putting together boxes in which customers’ clothes would go when they bought something; return clothes to the racks that customers changed mind about; go into the fitting room, take  clothes left hanging all over the place and return to racks.  I was to  put them in racks according to size and color.  I was to help customers with any clothing needs they had.   And I was to perform other duties as told  by Manager.  After describing the job, she asked me if I had any questions.  I replied  no.    She told me that if  wanted the job it was mine.  I was to work from 5 p.m.to 10 p.m. every day, except Mondays.  Of course, I said yes.  And I can tell you, I didn’t last too long at this job.   I was totally bored and got fired!  I’ve never been so happy to be  fired from a job in my life!  It was a long while before I applied for another job elsewhere.  But I had the experience of a first  job interview under my belt!

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