June 20, 2011
--Not the most soothing moment ever
Yesterday morning, I started to walk to Montpelier. I got as far as the Salvation Army parking lot, where a white car with New York license plates was parked parallel and close to the sidewalk. It wasn't even 7:30 a.m. yet, so there's no way that the Salvation Army was open even if it's open on Sundays.
There was a man in the driver's seat. He said to me out the window "Are you going to the Price Chopper?" I said "I'm not sure what you mean." He said "I see you walking along this road every day; can I help you?"
I said "No, thank you," and walked away from the car to take a sharp right up the hill to the police station. He drove away after a minute or two. He looked to be not older than 30, maybe half-Asian. I'm not saying that to be racist; it was not the most soothing moment ever.
I went to the police station and told the officer or dispatcher at the front desk what had happened. I asked him if I could sit in the lobby for a few minutes, and he said I could.
All the harassment is still all over the bulletin board in the entryway to the station. Through the window at the front desk, I looked at the dry erase marker on the back wall of the office. It didn't have as much harassment or threatening language on it as it has had at other times, but it did say "Beech Street" on it.
I wrote about this today first while sitting at a bus stop, after another guy had slowed his car while driving past me and signalled to me that he would drive me if I wanted to get in his car. I shook my head "No." There have been other people over the past week, including a woman, who have offered to pick me up off the road and drive me to Barre or to Montpelier, depending on which way I'm going at the time. I'm sure that at least some of them were trying to help, but I've said "no" to all of them; I don't think I have much choice about that. Even if it were someone who wanted me to be in his or her car so that he or she could make harassing comments until they let me out of their car at my intended destination, that would be bad.
Also on Saturday, the library in Montpelier had put a drawing in the bookcase that's a foot away from the toilet and impossible to miss if you're using the restroom. It was a drawing of a cow, with udders, with the word "tritium" written in a circle on its side, with a line through the circle. Above the cow, it said "Cows don't like nuuuuuuuuukes."
Last summer, it was a big part of several state politicians' election campaigns to call me "the tritium leak" from Vermont Yankee, a nuclear power plant.
The "Onion River Century Ride," with its "Gary Fisher" bike prize, is still being heavily advertised in the libraray. That's in addition to other harassing posters and books they put on the bulletin board and on display throughout the library.
I find it disheartening that there are people who work at the library in the town that is home to my state capitol whose activism consists of vicious and essentially inarticulate attempts to disparage me instead of them doing anything productive about the issues that are important to them.
When I left the libraray on Saturday, I was walking along the sidewalk and I heard a loud cough behind me. I turned around to see a man, a complete stranger, grinning at me. I said "Are you the one with the coughing problem?" He said "Yeah; I wouldn't say it's a problem." I said "I would."
A few minutes later, a teenage boy crossed the street toward me and coughed as he approached me.
I also went to the Shaw's in Montpelier. As I walked in, the first thing I saw on the large bulletin board was a "'Clean Up Your Act Day" poster. I couldn't help myself; I ripped it off the board, ripped it in two, and threw it on the floor. In addition to whatever other harassment was on the board, which I didn't look at closely, there was another "Clean Up Your Act Day" poster on that same bulletin board; I'd taken one of two off the board before I even knew there were two of them.
I did go back before I left the store and pick up the two, ripped pieces of the poster. I then went to the customer service desk and asked to speak to the manager. When the manager arrived, I gave him the pieces of the poster and said "I can't take anymore. Nobody could take this day after day." He raised his voice to me immediately, saying "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" and kept that going for a minute as I walked out of the store.
That store has "Wet Floor" signs all over its dry floor in the store. There are harassing displays everywhere.
The Super Sprinkle laundromat on the road between Barre and Montpelier has had "Wet Floor" signs up on its counter, visible through the window from the sidewalk, for months. In the past few weeks, it added a laundry bag that it sells to the back wall that's just behind the counter. The laundry bag is round and has circles printed on it, so that from the road it looks like a target.
When I got back to the shelter, the same, older woman who's given me a rough time since she moved in a few weeks ago was walking toward the shelter. I asked her, politely, how she was. She said "I'm fine. Did you get WET today?"
This morning, as has been the case every morning that I've lived in the shelter, the first thing heard at 6:00 a.m. or earlier is one or more of the residents, usually men, doing loud, choking coughing either in the house, on the porch right outside the women's bedroom windows, or on the sidewalk in front of the house loud enough to be heard almost anywhere in the house.
Also this morning, the same woman was in the kitchen when I walked in to get cereal. As soon as she saw me, she said "I just cleaned up the kitchen; this towel is soaked." She didn't get a reaction from me, which wasn't the case on Saturday.
There are other issues still happening in the shelter, men talking about cheese to each other while I'm trying to work on the computer, etc.
Today, I walked past Fisher Auto Parts; not only do they have a sign in the window advertising "Turtle Wax," they had a large truck out front, parked parallel to the sidewalk. Whatever the service was that the truck was performing for that business, it said "Think Clean" on the front side.
To say that a lot of people are doing this doesn't mean that it's right. I've said all along that if you get a lot of bullies and bigots together, that's a bad thing and not a sign that you're doing something right.
I also still think that enough people who like what's happening to make me angry and uncomfortable often, but I still don't think that the majority of people like what's going on, and I definitely don't think that the majority of people who are not ignorant, who have any amount of life experience and who have productive, responsible lives like what's going on. As I've also said before, if the majority of people liked what's happening, I'd have been dead months ago; beaten to death by them.
--Food Stamps, Google searches, the DOL, phone-hacking, and work
Earlier today, I bought a Mocha Cappuccino protein drink from the Price Chopper.
I noticed that there's still a lot of harassment in the store. I also noticed that the display at the front entrance is now of "Hamburger Rolls and Hot Dog Buns," and "Kaiser Rolls."
I thought about whether or not I should say something, and then I decided to say something. I know that it's summer and that things such as hamburger and hot dog rolls are normal for this time of year, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't notice their presence at the entrance of any store.
Sexual harassment is always bad. Turning things into sexual references is bad when it's done as more than an occasional joke where you're not violating anyone and are very unlikely to offend anyone. Making those kinds of references all time, as part of daily life; I think that's a destructive way to live and to do business. I don't think that it has a positive or uplifting effect on anyone.
Kaiser rolls; there's no denying that the President is a tyrant and a human rights abuser. The situation is far past irony by now.
As far as the protein drink goes; I almost didn't buy it because it's expensive but also, I almost didn't buy it because I know that my food stamps purchases are doubtless still being tracked. Those protein drinks are helpful; they make it possible for me not to buy a lot of other food.
I shouldn't be needing to explain my food stamps purchases, any more than I should be having to explain Google searches that I do. For me to get accused by anyone of being a stalker when everything I have online or that has any electronic signature has been hacked by so many people that I'm sure I'll never know who they are is really unreasonable and unfair.
The fact that everyone reads my blogs every day, if not more than once a day; my doing any kind of Google search or reading what they write isn't any more stalking than people reading what I write online.
I'm sure that my passwords aren't secret to anyone except people in the public who are observers to the situation; I doubt I can type one character, such as " on the Internet, anywhere, that it isn't immediately seen.
I think that I must have the world record for being stalked and bullied by the most people and the biggest and most powerful groups and organizations on the planet. I'm not aware that anyone else has been through this before, not to this extent, and not out in public where other people can see it, can see the persecution happening and to see that persecution being presented as a moral and patriotic imperative for people to participate in.
this morning, I went to the Department of Labor. I had forgotten my ear protection, which looks silly on me but which does muffle and sometimes block out the sound of people coughing and making comments. The same male staffperson who usually harasses me was there in the adjoining staff office to the client room where the computers are; there's no door on the staff office.
I hadn't been there for as much as a half hour before another guy, I think a client, walked up to the staffperson and asked him how his weekend was. The staffperson said "Except for a few showers, everything was fine." They continued this line of conversation, which of course had nothing to do with work or looking for work, until I said "I'm just here to be productive. That's the only reason that I'm here."
The staffperson said "You do your work and we'll do ours," as if I had said something wrong or was out of line.
I got up and went to find the department supervisor. He was sitting with another staffperson, an older female, in a room with an open door. I said "I'm sorry to bother you," and I described what happened. He said "Ok," and I said "It's so unfair to me," and walked back to the computer room.
A few minutes later, the older, female staffperson that had heard what I'd said walked into the computer room and up to the male staffperson. She said to him "I'm here, if you need a referral," in a conciliatory tone, as if he were going through some kind of ordeal.
This entire thing is war on women, and that older woman is of such a time and background that she agrees with women being second class citizens. She, like the male staffperson, expects me to take abuse and the person she feels sorry for and wants to support is the one to whose abuse I objected.
They wouldn't be acting that way if the big harassers weren't encouraging them to do it; very few people in the general population would. A lot of effort went into preventing women from being treated like this; centuries of work went into women not being treated like this.
The gains made by all the work of people who have tried to secure an equal place for women in the world are unraveling because of what's going on.
I had a job interview last week. After it was over, I went to the DOL to write a thank you note to the person who had interviewed me. I didn't know if the right way to address the envelope was to write "Road" or "Street" for the address of the company, and the phonebook didn't say.
I didn't want to look the place up online because I'm sure that all of the computers at the DOL get watched by the big harassers all the time.
I asked the male staffperson, who's the same guy who harassed me today, if he knew if the address said "Road" or "Street." He said he didn't know; I said he didn't have to look it up online and that I didn't feel like looking it up online. I asked him not to worry about it.
A minute later, from his desk and his computer, he said "It's 'Street.'"
Subsequent to that, I saw an ad at the top of a celebrity's website that showed the last name of one of the references I'd just given to the prospective employer who'd interviewed me. The website was about phone hacking, and how easy it is to do.
I had previously mentioned that business as a place I'd applied to because I wanted to make sure that people didn't think my applying there had a code function; I had been told about the job, had gone to apply to it because it was a job I thought I could do, and had always planned to say "I'm not here for any code purpose; they were hiring," if I got hired. The first time I'd gone there, they'd said they'd just hired someone, and it was only a few days later that I decided to mention anyway that I'd applied there, so that there wouldn't be any confusion about why I had applied to a place with that name.
When I saw that the celebrity had put an ad with the last name of one of my references at the top of a story about phone hacking, I wrote on my Polyvore blog "Are you saying that you hacked their phone or are you trying to warn me that you know that other people have hacked the phone of that prospective employer?"
Today, I went back to that business to give them the application that the person who'd interviewed me had asked me to fill out; I was told that she was gone for the entire day.
@6:13 p.m. (no code. My stomach's feeling somewhat clenched, by the way; with fear, that I'm never going to find a job.)
--The library in Montpelier
On my way out of the library, I noticed that the tritium cow sign was gone from the bathroom; it's been replaced by a sign taped to the cabinet asking patrons of the library please not to harm the plumbing by flushing sanitary products down the toilet.
For the record, I've never flushed any sanitary products down any toilet; not even in the throes of supposed psychosis have I ever done that.
There seemed to be a few more "Lena-friendly" books on display than usual; I hadn't noticed them when I first got to the library, intent as I was on getting to a computer.
I did notice a book on display that had the word "NEW" in the title, and I found that to be bad. It's one thing if you can't avoid using an ordinarily ordinary word such as "new" despite the fact that it's being exploited by some of the big harassers to signal support for pedophilia; it's another thing entirely to go out of your way to put a book like that out in a library that is supposed to be friendly to children.
--Some things I saw on the way to Montpelier
The First Baptist Church has had a sign up saying "BUT THOU O LORD ARE A SHIELD FOR ME; MY GLORY AND THE LIFTER UP OF MINE HEAD PSALM 2:3" for at least several weeks, for as long as I've been walking to Montpelier and back.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw that a banner had been put up next to the sign; it's an ad for car racing. It says
"Rev It Up! Full Throttle For God
June 20th -25th
6:00 p.m. -8:30 p.m.
Age 4-6th Grade"
There are pictures of racing cars on it; the cars have words written on the back that say "Love," "Power," and "Rev It Up Full Throttle For God."
The Mini Golf place, which is also in the same building that has "Kid's World: Indoor Playground," has a sign by the road that says:
"Mini golf
$4 per person"
The "$4" is in red.
The Pet Deli, whose sign by the side of the road has always said "We Clean Up the Mess" below a picture of a dog in bathtub, has a sign in its window that says:
"Chunk & Mini Chunk
33 lb
$28.99"
Midstate Dodge Chrysler has had a banner over its entrance for a while that says
"Minivan Month"
--Message from the coordinator of Vermont Works For Women
When I got back to the shelter tonight, I was told that I had had a phone call from the coordinator from Vermont Works For Women @16:38 p.m. The last time I talked to her, when she had called here to continue the bullying of me and lying to me about it that she'd started the first of class, I had ended the conversation after telling her "I'll be in class on Tuesday; if you don't want me there, you can call me before then and tell me so."
There wasn't any message from her besides that she had called. I tried to call back and got her voicemail.
--On the way back to Barre
On the way back to Barre, I saw that a store that had previously, at least at times, seemed friendly toward me had put "Flood Sale" up on its sign. I hadn't seen it there before, but it was on my way back, so I don't know how long it's been there.
--The Recreation Center in Montpelier
The Recreation Center in Montpelier is supposed to be for children and youth. The first thing you see when you walk in the door is a large sign over the entrance to the gym that says "NO WET SHOES." It's possible that the sign has been there to protect the gym floor since before the harassment started and campaign to degrade women started, but I have my doubts.
There are a number of things on the bulletin board at the rec center. One notice says:
"Notice To The Public
The Montpelier Recreation
Department is under the jurisdiction
of the Montpelier School System.
All rules and regulations of the school system
apply to the recreational department and the
recreational gym."
Close that that notice, there's a postcard-size promotion for Womens' Roller Derby of Central Vermont. It shows two women in dresses on the ground; one is on her back, seeming to be trying to fend off the other one, who is holding both of her arms.
The caption says:
"You are only making this HARD on yourself. Do not resist.
JOIN
TWIN CITY RIOT
Women's Roller Derby of Central Vermont"
--Gotta go for now
I'm going to take a break from the Internet for a while. Some of the other residents of the shelter just sat down directly behind me, inches away from me, to play cards. One of them is the lady who hasn't stopped making comments since she moved in a few weeks ago. Two of them are male residents, both of whom have harassed me in the past, and one of whom started having conversations nearby me several days ago, saying things such as "When you find the love of your life," etc. He's also previously talked about "his wife," and I know that person isn't me and that the phrase isn't any kind of code for me.
In the past couple of days, he's gone back to behavior he was displaying before the "love of your life" comments briefly replaced coughing and talk about fish and cheese.
They sat down tonight to play cards and a few, loud coughs from him were my indicator that I probably shouldn't sit here, writing on the computer, near them for much longer. I don't need to rack up another assault charge. I don't even know the status of the one that's been pending for a while.
Yup, there's more of his coughing. Time to go.
@9:14 p.m.
--Not the most soothing moment ever
Yesterday morning, I started to walk to Montpelier. I got as far as the Salvation Army parking lot, where a white car with New York license plates was parked parallel and close to the sidewalk. It wasn't even 7:30 a.m. yet, so there's no way that the Salvation Army was open even if it's open on Sundays.
There was a man in the driver's seat. He said to me out the window "Are you going to the Price Chopper?" I said "I'm not sure what you mean." He said "I see you walking along this road every day; can I help you?"
I said "No, thank you," and walked away from the car to take a sharp right up the hill to the police station. He drove away after a minute or two. He looked to be not older than 30, maybe half-Asian. I'm not saying that to be racist; it was not the most soothing moment ever.
I went to the police station and told the officer or dispatcher at the front desk what had happened. I asked him if I could sit in the lobby for a few minutes, and he said I could.
All the harassment is still all over the bulletin board in the entryway to the station. Through the window at the front desk, I looked at the dry erase marker on the back wall of the office. It didn't have as much harassment or threatening language on it as it has had at other times, but it did say "Beech Street" on it.
I wrote about this today first while sitting at a bus stop, after another guy had slowed his car while driving past me and signalled to me that he would drive me if I wanted to get in his car. I shook my head "No." There have been other people over the past week, including a woman, who have offered to pick me up off the road and drive me to Barre or to Montpelier, depending on which way I'm going at the time. I'm sure that at least some of them were trying to help, but I've said "no" to all of them; I don't think I have much choice about that. Even if it were someone who wanted me to be in his or her car so that he or she could make harassing comments until they let me out of their car at my intended destination, that would be bad.
Also on Saturday, the library in Montpelier had put a drawing in the bookcase that's a foot away from the toilet and impossible to miss if you're using the restroom. It was a drawing of a cow, with udders, with the word "tritium" written in a circle on its side, with a line through the circle. Above the cow, it said "Cows don't like nuuuuuuuuukes."
Last summer, it was a big part of several state politicians' election campaigns to call me "the tritium leak" from Vermont Yankee, a nuclear power plant.
The "Onion River Century Ride," with its "Gary Fisher" bike prize, is still being heavily advertised in the libraray. That's in addition to other harassing posters and books they put on the bulletin board and on display throughout the library.
I find it disheartening that there are people who work at the library in the town that is home to my state capitol whose activism consists of vicious and essentially inarticulate attempts to disparage me instead of them doing anything productive about the issues that are important to them.
When I left the libraray on Saturday, I was walking along the sidewalk and I heard a loud cough behind me. I turned around to see a man, a complete stranger, grinning at me. I said "Are you the one with the coughing problem?" He said "Yeah; I wouldn't say it's a problem." I said "I would."
A few minutes later, a teenage boy crossed the street toward me and coughed as he approached me.
I also went to the Shaw's in Montpelier. As I walked in, the first thing I saw on the large bulletin board was a "'Clean Up Your Act Day" poster. I couldn't help myself; I ripped it off the board, ripped it in two, and threw it on the floor. In addition to whatever other harassment was on the board, which I didn't look at closely, there was another "Clean Up Your Act Day" poster on that same bulletin board; I'd taken one of two off the board before I even knew there were two of them.
I did go back before I left the store and pick up the two, ripped pieces of the poster. I then went to the customer service desk and asked to speak to the manager. When the manager arrived, I gave him the pieces of the poster and said "I can't take anymore. Nobody could take this day after day." He raised his voice to me immediately, saying "What do you mean? What are you talking about?" and kept that going for a minute as I walked out of the store.
That store has "Wet Floor" signs all over its dry floor in the store. There are harassing displays everywhere.
The Super Sprinkle laundromat on the road between Barre and Montpelier has had "Wet Floor" signs up on its counter, visible through the window from the sidewalk, for months. In the past few weeks, it added a laundry bag that it sells to the back wall that's just behind the counter. The laundry bag is round and has circles printed on it, so that from the road it looks like a target.
When I got back to the shelter, the same, older woman who's given me a rough time since she moved in a few weeks ago was walking toward the shelter. I asked her, politely, how she was. She said "I'm fine. Did you get WET today?"
This morning, as has been the case every morning that I've lived in the shelter, the first thing heard at 6:00 a.m. or earlier is one or more of the residents, usually men, doing loud, choking coughing either in the house, on the porch right outside the women's bedroom windows, or on the sidewalk in front of the house loud enough to be heard almost anywhere in the house.
Also this morning, the same woman was in the kitchen when I walked in to get cereal. As soon as she saw me, she said "I just cleaned up the kitchen; this towel is soaked." She didn't get a reaction from me, which wasn't the case on Saturday.
There are other issues still happening in the shelter, men talking about cheese to each other while I'm trying to work on the computer, etc.
Today, I walked past Fisher Auto Parts; not only do they have a sign in the window advertising "Turtle Wax," they had a large truck out front, parked parallel to the sidewalk. Whatever the service was that the truck was performing for that business, it said "Think Clean" on the front side.
To say that a lot of people are doing this doesn't mean that it's right. I've said all along that if you get a lot of bullies and bigots together, that's a bad thing and not a sign that you're doing something right.
I also still think that enough people who like what's happening to make me angry and uncomfortable often, but I still don't think that the majority of people like what's going on, and I definitely don't think that the majority of people who are not ignorant, who have any amount of life experience and who have productive, responsible lives like what's going on. As I've also said before, if the majority of people liked what's happening, I'd have been dead months ago; beaten to death by them.
--Food Stamps, Google searches, the DOL, phone-hacking, and work
Earlier today, I bought a Mocha Cappuccino protein drink from the Price Chopper.
I noticed that there's still a lot of harassment in the store. I also noticed that the display at the front entrance is now of "Hamburger Rolls and Hot Dog Buns," and "Kaiser Rolls."
I thought about whether or not I should say something, and then I decided to say something. I know that it's summer and that things such as hamburger and hot dog rolls are normal for this time of year, and under normal circumstances I wouldn't notice their presence at the entrance of any store.
Sexual harassment is always bad. Turning things into sexual references is bad when it's done as more than an occasional joke where you're not violating anyone and are very unlikely to offend anyone. Making those kinds of references all time, as part of daily life; I think that's a destructive way to live and to do business. I don't think that it has a positive or uplifting effect on anyone.
Kaiser rolls; there's no denying that the President is a tyrant and a human rights abuser. The situation is far past irony by now.
As far as the protein drink goes; I almost didn't buy it because it's expensive but also, I almost didn't buy it because I know that my food stamps purchases are doubtless still being tracked. Those protein drinks are helpful; they make it possible for me not to buy a lot of other food.
I shouldn't be needing to explain my food stamps purchases, any more than I should be having to explain Google searches that I do. For me to get accused by anyone of being a stalker when everything I have online or that has any electronic signature has been hacked by so many people that I'm sure I'll never know who they are is really unreasonable and unfair.
The fact that everyone reads my blogs every day, if not more than once a day; my doing any kind of Google search or reading what they write isn't any more stalking than people reading what I write online.
I'm sure that my passwords aren't secret to anyone except people in the public who are observers to the situation; I doubt I can type one character, such as " on the Internet, anywhere, that it isn't immediately seen.
I think that I must have the world record for being stalked and bullied by the most people and the biggest and most powerful groups and organizations on the planet. I'm not aware that anyone else has been through this before, not to this extent, and not out in public where other people can see it, can see the persecution happening and to see that persecution being presented as a moral and patriotic imperative for people to participate in.
this morning, I went to the Department of Labor. I had forgotten my ear protection, which looks silly on me but which does muffle and sometimes block out the sound of people coughing and making comments. The same male staffperson who usually harasses me was there in the adjoining staff office to the client room where the computers are; there's no door on the staff office.
I hadn't been there for as much as a half hour before another guy, I think a client, walked up to the staffperson and asked him how his weekend was. The staffperson said "Except for a few showers, everything was fine." They continued this line of conversation, which of course had nothing to do with work or looking for work, until I said "I'm just here to be productive. That's the only reason that I'm here."
The staffperson said "You do your work and we'll do ours," as if I had said something wrong or was out of line.
I got up and went to find the department supervisor. He was sitting with another staffperson, an older female, in a room with an open door. I said "I'm sorry to bother you," and I described what happened. He said "Ok," and I said "It's so unfair to me," and walked back to the computer room.
A few minutes later, the older, female staffperson that had heard what I'd said walked into the computer room and up to the male staffperson. She said to him "I'm here, if you need a referral," in a conciliatory tone, as if he were going through some kind of ordeal.
This entire thing is war on women, and that older woman is of such a time and background that she agrees with women being second class citizens. She, like the male staffperson, expects me to take abuse and the person she feels sorry for and wants to support is the one to whose abuse I objected.
They wouldn't be acting that way if the big harassers weren't encouraging them to do it; very few people in the general population would. A lot of effort went into preventing women from being treated like this; centuries of work went into women not being treated like this.
The gains made by all the work of people who have tried to secure an equal place for women in the world are unraveling because of what's going on.
I had a job interview last week. After it was over, I went to the DOL to write a thank you note to the person who had interviewed me. I didn't know if the right way to address the envelope was to write "Road" or "Street" for the address of the company, and the phonebook didn't say.
I didn't want to look the place up online because I'm sure that all of the computers at the DOL get watched by the big harassers all the time.
I asked the male staffperson, who's the same guy who harassed me today, if he knew if the address said "Road" or "Street." He said he didn't know; I said he didn't have to look it up online and that I didn't feel like looking it up online. I asked him not to worry about it.
A minute later, from his desk and his computer, he said "It's 'Street.'"
Subsequent to that, I saw an ad at the top of a celebrity's website that showed the last name of one of the references I'd just given to the prospective employer who'd interviewed me. The website was about phone hacking, and how easy it is to do.
I had previously mentioned that business as a place I'd applied to because I wanted to make sure that people didn't think my applying there had a code function; I had been told about the job, had gone to apply to it because it was a job I thought I could do, and had always planned to say "I'm not here for any code purpose; they were hiring," if I got hired. The first time I'd gone there, they'd said they'd just hired someone, and it was only a few days later that I decided to mention anyway that I'd applied there, so that there wouldn't be any confusion about why I had applied to a place with that name.
When I saw that the celebrity had put an ad with the last name of one of my references at the top of a story about phone hacking, I wrote on my Polyvore blog "Are you saying that you hacked their phone or are you trying to warn me that you know that other people have hacked the phone of that prospective employer?"
Today, I went back to that business to give them the application that the person who'd interviewed me had asked me to fill out; I was told that she was gone for the entire day.
@6:13 p.m. (no code. My stomach's feeling somewhat clenched, by the way; with fear, that I'm never going to find a job.)
--The library in Montpelier
On my way out of the library, I noticed that the tritium cow sign was gone from the bathroom; it's been replaced by a sign taped to the cabinet asking patrons of the library please not to harm the plumbing by flushing sanitary products down the toilet.
For the record, I've never flushed any sanitary products down any toilet; not even in the throes of supposed psychosis have I ever done that.
There seemed to be a few more "Lena-friendly" books on display than usual; I hadn't noticed them when I first got to the library, intent as I was on getting to a computer.
I did notice a book on display that had the word "NEW" in the title, and I found that to be bad. It's one thing if you can't avoid using an ordinarily ordinary word such as "new" despite the fact that it's being exploited by some of the big harassers to signal support for pedophilia; it's another thing entirely to go out of your way to put a book like that out in a library that is supposed to be friendly to children.
--Some things I saw on the way to Montpelier
The First Baptist Church has had a sign up saying "BUT THOU O LORD ARE A SHIELD FOR ME; MY GLORY AND THE LIFTER UP OF MINE HEAD PSALM 2:3" for at least several weeks, for as long as I've been walking to Montpelier and back.
A couple of weeks ago, I saw that a banner had been put up next to the sign; it's an ad for car racing. It says
"Rev It Up! Full Throttle For God
June 20th -25th
6:00 p.m. -8:30 p.m.
Age 4-6th Grade"
There are pictures of racing cars on it; the cars have words written on the back that say "Love," "Power," and "Rev It Up Full Throttle For God."
The Mini Golf place, which is also in the same building that has "Kid's World: Indoor Playground," has a sign by the road that says:
"Mini golf
$4 per person"
The "$4" is in red.
The Pet Deli, whose sign by the side of the road has always said "We Clean Up the Mess" below a picture of a dog in bathtub, has a sign in its window that says:
"Chunk & Mini Chunk
33 lb
$28.99"
Midstate Dodge Chrysler has had a banner over its entrance for a while that says
"Minivan Month"
--Message from the coordinator of Vermont Works For Women
When I got back to the shelter tonight, I was told that I had had a phone call from the coordinator from Vermont Works For Women @16:38 p.m. The last time I talked to her, when she had called here to continue the bullying of me and lying to me about it that she'd started the first of class, I had ended the conversation after telling her "I'll be in class on Tuesday; if you don't want me there, you can call me before then and tell me so."
There wasn't any message from her besides that she had called. I tried to call back and got her voicemail.
--On the way back to Barre
On the way back to Barre, I saw that a store that had previously, at least at times, seemed friendly toward me had put "Flood Sale" up on its sign. I hadn't seen it there before, but it was on my way back, so I don't know how long it's been there.
--The Recreation Center in Montpelier
The Recreation Center in Montpelier is supposed to be for children and youth. The first thing you see when you walk in the door is a large sign over the entrance to the gym that says "NO WET SHOES." It's possible that the sign has been there to protect the gym floor since before the harassment started and campaign to degrade women started, but I have my doubts.
There are a number of things on the bulletin board at the rec center. One notice says:
"Notice To The Public
The Montpelier Recreation
Department is under the jurisdiction
of the Montpelier School System.
All rules and regulations of the school system
apply to the recreational department and the
recreational gym."
Close that that notice, there's a postcard-size promotion for Womens' Roller Derby of Central Vermont. It shows two women in dresses on the ground; one is on her back, seeming to be trying to fend off the other one, who is holding both of her arms.
The caption says:
"You are only making this HARD on yourself. Do not resist.
JOIN
TWIN CITY RIOT
Women's Roller Derby of Central Vermont"
--Gotta go for now
I'm going to take a break from the Internet for a while. Some of the other residents of the shelter just sat down directly behind me, inches away from me, to play cards. One of them is the lady who hasn't stopped making comments since she moved in a few weeks ago. Two of them are male residents, both of whom have harassed me in the past, and one of whom started having conversations nearby me several days ago, saying things such as "When you find the love of your life," etc. He's also previously talked about "his wife," and I know that person isn't me and that the phrase isn't any kind of code for me.
In the past couple of days, he's gone back to behavior he was displaying before the "love of your life" comments briefly replaced coughing and talk about fish and cheese.
They sat down tonight to play cards and a few, loud coughs from him were my indicator that I probably shouldn't sit here, writing on the computer, near them for much longer. I don't need to rack up another assault charge. I don't even know the status of the one that's been pending for a while.
Yup, there's more of his coughing. Time to go.
@9:14 p.m.