« on: August 08, 2013, 08:04:02 PM »
Oh snap........I have a feeling that what I have found to be missing is unfortunately the tip of the iceberg........suddenly my Rolodex only starts at D......the cards and categories for A,B,C and the cards are gone.
I've been pretty busy today, credit bureau alerts good for 6 years in place, bank accounts and credit cards changed, mail going to a new PO Box, meeting tomorrow with someone who referred me to a top notch real estate lawyer who helped me some years ago......and taught a management company that they were not above the law when they tried to kick me out of an apartment and end my lease early. I hope he is still practicing and I would like to talk to him about a lawsuit. Let's start with $500,000 for emotional distress and throw in the bubonic plague just for fun.
Saturday morning, appointment with the Police, they asked me to go home, I would have had to wait 8 hours today, they were swamped, but they treated me with courtesy and weren't skeptical about my claims. Suggested I need to find a new place.
I had a meeting with some other apartment management cos nearby in the spring and I know they have units in the area. Will contact them tomorrow. Hope to be able to get the legal beagles to cancel my lease by the end of Aug. and I will move again then.
Tomorrow I'll also go through the apt. to see if I can identify anything else that is gone.
This is nasty stuff, but I plan to hold that stick with the nails in it in my hands on the day that I move out for all the hours that it takes for the movers to get my stuff out of here, unless the police want to keep it..........lucky for the perps that we don't have the second amendment in the great white north, 'cause I am totally anti-guns, but yesterday, just for a minute or two I thought to myself......."Well, maybe once in a while they might come in handy".
Some years ago I did some work for an Globally high profile organization that sold my work under a name that was close to mine, but not exactly mine. It was a nasty way to be treated, considering that I had done volunteer work for this organization for years and they would profit handsomely from my donation of work and expertise. When I saw that they had effectively pirated the work and cheated me out of the copyright, I went to the manager, gave her a piece of my mind in a voice that she'll never forget, saw the tear in her eye, severed ties to the organization and never stepped another foot on their property. They tried over the years to make contact with me but I refused to have anything to do with them.
I went out that day and bought myself a little plaque that says "Life is all about how you handle Plan B". I'm convinced that the B stands for "Better". I've never walked away from a nasty set of circumstances and said to myself years later "Oh.....too bad I didn't stay".......I've met some great new friends along the way while working out Plan Bs in the past and eventually, I'll sort this one out two.
In addition to being thieves, these people are bullies. They want a reaction from me, one of fear and dismay at being locked in to this lease and intimidated by the goons so they can get their jollies. Not gonna happen. I've got my "Big Girl Panties on", and the people in the banks, etc. in this hick town have been surprising helpful, one organization even waived some significant fees because all this stuff is already costing me $$$.
I've had lotsa creeps, unfortunately, target me over the years (perceiving me as a single older meek and mild woman) but on the day that I leave, I might just leave behind a huge platter of brownies (baked with lotsa Ex-lax).
Next year for Mother's Day, I think I'll buy myself some perfume.
Thanks for moral support,