2:50 AM I felt it several times. The new guy upstairs (her boyfriend) is smoking i think inside.
I have become like dogs, sniffing around. I know what bush has one. Found one not far away, but did not have a bag. When i got back i checked under the door and i thought i saw a small barely visible pile. I checked and they were pieces under, but small, moldy and not so smelly. Not sure if i picked them all.
Could have been the reason for my high BP tonight, yesterday with puffy tight face and ankles and hands, meaning early stages of kidney failure. Which means the wood dust started to dry and the cat came back.
But earlier today. The black cat with white paws that sleeps under that patio i believe is "responsible" came at my patio, begging for food while i was cooking. Never done that before. This could mean somebody was regularly feeding the cat and they cut the supply after i complained which also means the cat is not used to feed in the dumpsters.
Should i have fed it today all the blame would have fallen on me.
It was fed regularly with consistent amounts of cat food, by the shape and size of poops.
5:30 After being outside and coming back, i now recognize the same cat poop smell, resembling dirty laundry. (Yes i have one load of whites and one load of blacks several days old). I put water with vinegar under the door where the poop was and i started the ozone. Upstairs somebody is restless, starting at 5. Somebody went down the stairs, probably leaving on foot.
9:15 It's all scheduled. He wakes at 5 and leaves after 5:30. Then she at 8 and leaves at 9. Then the machines at the construction site start.
This morning something weird happened as it was happening with previous occupants. I heard the noise upstairs at the door as she was about to leave. I usually hear the 200 pounds woman going down the stairs, which are kinda light (metal rails, concrete rungs, wood decks and pillars).
There is no way a 200 pounds person would not shake the building when stepping on those rungs. However, i did not hear anything, i wanted to take a look through the window when she leaves. I did not hear the car door being slammed or engine starting. But when i looked through the window, the car was gone and ever since upstairs it's silent.
The reason i wanted to look is today i had this crazy idea that it might be her who leaves the poops under my door, from her cat or cats, cause i never saw the black cat with white paws on this side of the building.
I believed that after i wetted and now added vinegar on the dust under door, it was all over. However, got sick again in the last couple of days, cause there was one very well camouflaged under a half inch tall one square ft bulge of dust. Why it's only me affected? Maybe because Angela spends about half day (11 hours these days) at work while i'm here all the time. Some of the stuff like T.Gondii affects men in different ways than women, etc..
8:10 PM I was getting ready to go to the Amazon locker near office to pick a couple of items for my dentures adventures. An 72 W UV curing light, UV curing gel.
A very heavy helicopter from Aurora slowly passed south. But it turned around and then again headed south. Vibration was more like from a heavy train passing by.
8:16 Now it turned around again and was briefly above. It looks like it's circling. Can't see it on FlightAware (does that men its transponder is off?) Not showing on WebTrack either.
9:10 Went outside (again) to check the SW bin. Saw a turboprop flying very low again going south. Went and looked, could have been this guy. While i'm writing, i hear more of its noise (but not like the first from that heavy helicopter).
(Later entry. I know who did this. These are the same guys who did a similar pattern one day when i went to pick berries in Hillsboro. August 9, a plane (self piloting or drone maybe) doing a survery was flying back and forth above that farm. When i got home, i checked with WebTrack and saw a pattern similar to a plane flying towards west (Japan maybe?).
There is a hospital bed too cause i was feeling so sick in that day (like most of the time. It was days before the 70 anniversary of King Michael's coup, that changed the outcome of WWII. On August 20/21 2021 i got hit from behind on I5 by a Ford Pickup. Balevic is most likely a variation of the Hungarian name Balasz.
Earlier went to pick those items from the Amazon locker. Found the usual large open black bag in the dumpster near mailboxes. Found and removed a rather large amount of some whitish stuff embedded in the dust under door, could not identify by smell. (Found a fist full of it a few days earlier under the stairs). (Later. I think i know what it was). So i won't feel much of the smell, just get the bacteria and/or parasites.
While i was walking towards the locker, i saw her car, incoming, making her evening entrance (around
9). Went to smoke, chocked by poop smell coming from construction area dumpster.
12:00 AM Just dropped a glass bowl in the toilet. It broke in many pieces. I think it was a 4 cup (1 liter). After i gathered all the pieces, i had this strange feeling i did not get them all. I am terrified by the idea i could clog the pipe and then they having to fix those.
I flipped the trash can, took a picture and weighed them. 680+ grams. I used the grabber and tried to get more but could not and could not hear any moving. I got it for at least 20 years at Target or Walmart or something.
Part of it is because Angela is so bullied at work she is so tense she's like a robot at home. All she can think is the weekend. The only days when they are not bullying her is the days after i write here. Like today they let her be. But then in the day before the weekend always something memorable happens.
Like in the last weekend, the mute (whom Angela trained for months, writing on a paper instead of talking) asked somethin she had done before and Angela didn't want to show her. The other two colleagues, the burned out hyper (2 or 3 jobs) from Hawaii and the slow Native American teamed with the mute. Why does she not want to show her? It is written in the instructions, Angela said.
And then she could not stop talking about all weekend.
The engineer who is not paid hourly comes every day at 5 to keep thing working.
Angela used to be the kindest person in the world. After decades of bullying at work, now i have to get out of her way she she walks around.
It is not normal bullying at work. These guys know precisely what they are doing. They are all kinda characters played by actors like the mute, the slow Native American, the acting supervisor who does 68 hours a week (what is the limit in Oregon) scheduled by himself when he does paperwork and checks the phone. Probably the reason he never wanted to be officially supervisor.
Bullying propagates. Just by being in contact with Angela in the evenings, i start to make all kinda mistakes like dropping that bowl in the toilet, other judgment errors.
Most of it happen in the day before weekend. Like when we lived at Sussex (1996-2010), we always got on Fridays in the mail bills with all kinda mistakes ruining our weekends.
First at Sussex it was Grace Slick, to "facilitate" our presence here. When i think that i almost moved to SF back in 96. Then the "nice" period started to end (she still would not let me work on cars too much in the lot or have to closest thing (gathering) resembling to a party) then Christine McVie moved on site and then the not so nice period started.
Under Christine. First a 300 pounds witch with black cat and garlic garlands and a bottle with black stuff at the window (one day she showed with two mummy like life size dolls wrapped in bandages in her car and it was not Halloween day and then an old man in a stinking apartment downstairs with blankets on windows.
There was a stray cat as well (i was not feeding it) and who knows where was she pooping (no dogs at Sussex, but we had a neighbor with a garden at the balcony).
Carole King was with Christine and then in the end was alone with Monica, a girl from who knows what part or religion of India.
But before that. Back in Bacău, Romania. There was this guy, Sebi Sascău (his mother came to be after 89 the head of a local court) with a she dog (named Roxy) on a spring leash. His sister, who now also became a judge, around 10-14 at the time kept asking me every time she was seeing me to let her see the cat in the apartment though i told her i got rid of the cat.
I myself had a cat and at the time there was no litter dust available in Romania so i used sand in a metal box that i didn't change much.
One day when it was @ one year old the cat jumped from the balcony and i decided to take it to my in-laws end of story. Could i have bothered neighbors with the smell? It was in the living by the time i did not have any furniture in it and i was smoking and got slowly used to. How did i get it? One day i went to take the garbage to the dumpster and someone left it there.
They were two kittens and someone else took one right in front of me and i became emotional and took the other.
Sebi's sister, who also became a judge, around 10-14 at the time kept asking me every time was seeing me, years after, to let her see the cat though i told her i got rid of the cat. Last time she told me that was after 10 years since i got rid of it and she she was with another girl, weeks before i left for the US. From all the faces i saw in all these years, the one closest looking is her. Or her.
