When She for Short left the position she had with a previous company she stomped out angry because she did not get her way. She had already been written up for insubordination, or so she says. Perhaps She has a tendency to project.
She for short tells the story of the time she asked her coworker to put the kitchen knife down that her coworker was waving at her, or she would kick her coworker in the chest. She kicked her coworker in the chest. We have a curtesy rule in the kitchen. When carrying a knife we are to warn those around us, “behind you with a knife.” I am noticing that the other employees enjoy using this warning when they bring the knives to the sink from behind me as I stand at the sink. I seem to be the only one provided this curtesy.
A few days ago a friend of She’s in uniform, came to return the old rusty open blade box cutter he had borrowed. She told him he could keep it. He joked about how he would be sure to file off the serial number before he killed someone with it so that it could not be traced back to her, and thanked her for the blade.
One day a woman asked to borrow our scissors to open a package. While she was away using the scissors one of my coworkers told about the time a customer asked to borrow scissors to open the package to a knife he had purchased. He then used the knife to stab another customer. My coworker demonstrated the stabbing and informed me that it could be dangerous to loan out scissors.
On Easter She for short discussed the fact that knives keep disappearing from our kitchen. Perhaps she should get a lock box for them. We only have three of our Dexter knives left.
She showed me her hands Easter morning. She had a sliver and a cut in the palm of her hand that was split from being dry and cold. She just couldn’t get warm on Easter.
Easter morning She for Short started the day with a revelation regarding her previous employment at a doctor’s office. It was not the first time she told me about how she had refused to falsify a patient document, and was fired for her insubordination. Easter morning she added that the doctor’s wife for whom she worked did not like her much and had accused her “of shit” she says she was not guilty of. She tells us that the doctor’s wife was just jealous because the doctor liked her, and had been very generous. The doctor’s wife’s attitude toward her when she quit was, “good riddance.”
She for short seems to be having trouble with a schedule request I have had in place for the past five months, which she has been kind enough to respect, until recently. My schedule request seems to have become an issue for her since the time she informed me that she has been instructed to punish employees who do not do as she says, by docking hours and mangling their schedule. I asked her what sort of behavior might warrant such a punishment. She does not have an answer.
She for short asked me on Easter, after confirming her understanding, “So it’s just you and your sister now? Does your sister have children?” I suppose it was an innocent enough line of conversation. It felt like a threat regardless. Perhaps it’s just me, or perhaps it is just She. I wished I had not allowed her to provide a ride for me to my sister’s house on an earlier date. “No, my sister does not have children to entertain for Easter,” I responded. They went out of town.
She for short told us again on Easter the story about how she got into a horrible fight with a worker at Costco when she went there to pick up some medication. The woman was “like a Nazi,” because She was using her mother’s membership card, but her mother was not there. She had been caught in the employee area. How should she know she was doing anything wrong? She was just lost.
One day She noted to me her awareness that I did not have insurance, and asked what I planned to do about obtaining my medication. I informed her that I was not terribly concerned. Costco has a really cool pharmacy policy. Many times the medications are quite affordable even without insurance. I told her about Costco’s lifesaving pharmacy prices, and that the pharmacy in our store would match Costco’s prices. I told her how I had used this method in the past when I did not have insurance. I also informed her that I do have insurance. She asked what company I had a policy with. I told her, unfortunately, Humana. Perhaps I underestimated the resources available to those in the ranks of my enemy.
There was a time my Verizon bill spiked to $500, for no valid reason. I was told my jetpack had kept updating and using data. I needed to turn my jetpack off when I was not using it. It had been an easy enough fix, but Colonel Mustard had warned me earlier that month that “they” could create spikes in bills that would be justified as mistakes, and paid for by trusting customers. Customers are trapped in contracts, and lack resources to fight large corporations for a price not quite worth the fight.
When I went to pick up my medication on Friday, I discovered that my insurance could not be used at their pharmacy. My medications would be $1,000, nearly my monthly income. I would have to go to Walmart where Humana has a contract. I asked them to match Costco. They informed me that my medication was not on their list for this practice. I was stunned. My medication had not changed. They had done this before for me. I transferred my prescription to Walmart. Monday, I went to pick up my prescription at Walmart. Walmart informed me that my medication is not on the list of medications covered by my insurance. The medication would be $800.00. I called my insurance company and explained that they would do well to cover my medication rather than pay the hospital bill when I had a break because I am not on my medication. Then they would still need to decide if they wanted to provide the medication necessary to restore my health.
It reminds me of the threat Hitler made toward those who might not vote for him. Those who refused to be Nazi would “be the bloody enemy, no more to be helped.” Today it would seem there are Nazis in influential positions within our medical insurance corporations. Socialism is sounding better and better all the time, as long as We the People are deciding the distribution of wealth, and We the People are not brainwashed into believing we owe allegiance to “the divine right of kings,” or overly concerned with the threat that providing enough food for the children of single mothers working 40 hours a week might cut into the profits of the wealthy. I won’t tell you who to quote as being concerned that this form of poverty should not be cured “on the backs of the wealthy.”
Yes, She is currently interested in mangling my schedule. I know I have mentioned that maintaining sleep patterns is vital to maintaining my health and preventing a manic episode, and that creating a break might be a goal of a group interested in discrediting me. I suspected that Miss Scarlet may have held this candlestick at one time, if you recall. I would like to note that as this post is written, I still have access to medication. So, will it be She with a candlestick or He with a knife, or serial number free blade, or perhaps the revolver? Let’s not forget the revolver or rope.
It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. I truly would not have suspected She of being connected to the cult I have exposed, even though She has been a nightmare from the beginning. She had participated in hiring me in the first place. I have simply assumed that the abuse I have endured at her hands was an unrelated personality flaw in someone unworthy of her position. The story of her father’s fixation with the swastika peaked my interest. Her “working relationship” with Don-Dexter, and love of raw meat added to my inclination to make her post worthy. Then there was her active threats, and her interest in my medication and her Costco story. Now she blames her splintered and split hand on the pruning of trees on Easter eve. For now we can chalk up these quirks of hers, to the threat I pose of exposing her unethical practices at work, rather than any involvement in the dangerous cult guilty of creating split personalities in children. We can chalk up her changing make-up techniques to allergies to makeup, as she claims, I suppose.
It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. It may be that this cult works by simply utilizing members, assets, and manipulated citizens, within the positions and professions they currently hold. I have already stated this after all. They utilize the professions of those they manipulate: nurses, doctors, politicians and morticians, security officers and…. It would seem we are surrounded. They sit next to us in our church pews, our places of employment, and in our government. Even I keep forgetting the possibilities of such an organization, with manipulated folks in pharmacies, and carrying food handler permits. She should really learn to wear her hair net properly. Don’t you think? Did you know that red mold in cheese can be very dangerous to the health of children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems?
“And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them.” – Revelations 20:9
My sister tried to warn me that it would be too much of a struggle to try to remain in the position I am, “Look where staying got Tammy!” she snapped.
“Yes, just look. Tammy still has her job,” I responded. I had to admit, inwardly, that I know that Tammy is struggling within a hostile work environment, just as I am. What my sister is missing, is that there is no escape. There will be a hostile work environment wherever a survivor, or an advocate, may go. It was unkind of me to involve an advocate, or my sister for that matter, but I know that Tammy is a fighter like me. I wish my warrior friend all the medication she needs, the retirement she deserves, and an opportunity to spit in the eye of her harassers, whether she is inclined to use the opportunity or not.
I don’t believe Tammy is inclined to spit in people’s eyes. Neither am I, but it sure feels good to say it sometimes, doesn’t Tammy? We hope our harassers will find tears of their own, without our help. In a wiser moment we (Tammy and I) wish all the therapy they need to annihilate their brainwashing, if I may speak for my friend, with whom I may not speak.
She for short tells the story of the time she asked her coworker to put the kitchen knife down that her coworker was waving at her, or she would kick her coworker in the chest. She kicked her coworker in the chest. We have a curtesy rule in the kitchen. When carrying a knife we are to warn those around us, “behind you with a knife.” I am noticing that the other employees enjoy using this warning when they bring the knives to the sink from behind me as I stand at the sink. I seem to be the only one provided this curtesy.
A few days ago a friend of She’s in uniform, came to return the old rusty open blade box cutter he had borrowed. She told him he could keep it. He joked about how he would be sure to file off the serial number before he killed someone with it so that it could not be traced back to her, and thanked her for the blade.
One day a woman asked to borrow our scissors to open a package. While she was away using the scissors one of my coworkers told about the time a customer asked to borrow scissors to open the package to a knife he had purchased. He then used the knife to stab another customer. My coworker demonstrated the stabbing and informed me that it could be dangerous to loan out scissors.
On Easter She for short discussed the fact that knives keep disappearing from our kitchen. Perhaps she should get a lock box for them. We only have three of our Dexter knives left.
She showed me her hands Easter morning. She had a sliver and a cut in the palm of her hand that was split from being dry and cold. She just couldn’t get warm on Easter.
Easter morning She for Short started the day with a revelation regarding her previous employment at a doctor’s office. It was not the first time she told me about how she had refused to falsify a patient document, and was fired for her insubordination. Easter morning she added that the doctor’s wife for whom she worked did not like her much and had accused her “of shit” she says she was not guilty of. She tells us that the doctor’s wife was just jealous because the doctor liked her, and had been very generous. The doctor’s wife’s attitude toward her when she quit was, “good riddance.”
She for short seems to be having trouble with a schedule request I have had in place for the past five months, which she has been kind enough to respect, until recently. My schedule request seems to have become an issue for her since the time she informed me that she has been instructed to punish employees who do not do as she says, by docking hours and mangling their schedule. I asked her what sort of behavior might warrant such a punishment. She does not have an answer.
She for short asked me on Easter, after confirming her understanding, “So it’s just you and your sister now? Does your sister have children?” I suppose it was an innocent enough line of conversation. It felt like a threat regardless. Perhaps it’s just me, or perhaps it is just She. I wished I had not allowed her to provide a ride for me to my sister’s house on an earlier date. “No, my sister does not have children to entertain for Easter,” I responded. They went out of town.
She for short told us again on Easter the story about how she got into a horrible fight with a worker at Costco when she went there to pick up some medication. The woman was “like a Nazi,” because She was using her mother’s membership card, but her mother was not there. She had been caught in the employee area. How should she know she was doing anything wrong? She was just lost.
One day She noted to me her awareness that I did not have insurance, and asked what I planned to do about obtaining my medication. I informed her that I was not terribly concerned. Costco has a really cool pharmacy policy. Many times the medications are quite affordable even without insurance. I told her about Costco’s lifesaving pharmacy prices, and that the pharmacy in our store would match Costco’s prices. I told her how I had used this method in the past when I did not have insurance. I also informed her that I do have insurance. She asked what company I had a policy with. I told her, unfortunately, Humana. Perhaps I underestimated the resources available to those in the ranks of my enemy.
There was a time my Verizon bill spiked to $500, for no valid reason. I was told my jetpack had kept updating and using data. I needed to turn my jetpack off when I was not using it. It had been an easy enough fix, but Colonel Mustard had warned me earlier that month that “they” could create spikes in bills that would be justified as mistakes, and paid for by trusting customers. Customers are trapped in contracts, and lack resources to fight large corporations for a price not quite worth the fight.
When I went to pick up my medication on Friday, I discovered that my insurance could not be used at their pharmacy. My medications would be $1,000, nearly my monthly income. I would have to go to Walmart where Humana has a contract. I asked them to match Costco. They informed me that my medication was not on their list for this practice. I was stunned. My medication had not changed. They had done this before for me. I transferred my prescription to Walmart. Monday, I went to pick up my prescription at Walmart. Walmart informed me that my medication is not on the list of medications covered by my insurance. The medication would be $800.00. I called my insurance company and explained that they would do well to cover my medication rather than pay the hospital bill when I had a break because I am not on my medication. Then they would still need to decide if they wanted to provide the medication necessary to restore my health.
It reminds me of the threat Hitler made toward those who might not vote for him. Those who refused to be Nazi would “be the bloody enemy, no more to be helped.” Today it would seem there are Nazis in influential positions within our medical insurance corporations. Socialism is sounding better and better all the time, as long as We the People are deciding the distribution of wealth, and We the People are not brainwashed into believing we owe allegiance to “the divine right of kings,” or overly concerned with the threat that providing enough food for the children of single mothers working 40 hours a week might cut into the profits of the wealthy. I won’t tell you who to quote as being concerned that this form of poverty should not be cured “on the backs of the wealthy.”
Yes, She is currently interested in mangling my schedule. I know I have mentioned that maintaining sleep patterns is vital to maintaining my health and preventing a manic episode, and that creating a break might be a goal of a group interested in discrediting me. I suspected that Miss Scarlet may have held this candlestick at one time, if you recall. I would like to note that as this post is written, I still have access to medication. So, will it be She with a candlestick or He with a knife, or serial number free blade, or perhaps the revolver? Let’s not forget the revolver or rope.
It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. I truly would not have suspected She of being connected to the cult I have exposed, even though She has been a nightmare from the beginning. She had participated in hiring me in the first place. I have simply assumed that the abuse I have endured at her hands was an unrelated personality flaw in someone unworthy of her position. The story of her father’s fixation with the swastika peaked my interest. Her “working relationship” with Don-Dexter, and love of raw meat added to my inclination to make her post worthy. Then there was her active threats, and her interest in my medication and her Costco story. Now she blames her splintered and split hand on the pruning of trees on Easter eve. For now we can chalk up these quirks of hers, to the threat I pose of exposing her unethical practices at work, rather than any involvement in the dangerous cult guilty of creating split personalities in children. We can chalk up her changing make-up techniques to allergies to makeup, as she claims, I suppose.
It’s fascinating how this is unfolding. It may be that this cult works by simply utilizing members, assets, and manipulated citizens, within the positions and professions they currently hold. I have already stated this after all. They utilize the professions of those they manipulate: nurses, doctors, politicians and morticians, security officers and…. It would seem we are surrounded. They sit next to us in our church pews, our places of employment, and in our government. Even I keep forgetting the possibilities of such an organization, with manipulated folks in pharmacies, and carrying food handler permits. She should really learn to wear her hair net properly. Don’t you think? Did you know that red mold in cheese can be very dangerous to the health of children, the elderly, and those with weakened immune systems?
“And they went up on the breadth of the earth, and compassed the camp of the saints about, and the beloved city: and fire came down from God out of heaven, and devoured them.” – Revelations 20:9
My sister tried to warn me that it would be too much of a struggle to try to remain in the position I am, “Look where staying got Tammy!” she snapped.
“Yes, just look. Tammy still has her job,” I responded. I had to admit, inwardly, that I know that Tammy is struggling within a hostile work environment, just as I am. What my sister is missing, is that there is no escape. There will be a hostile work environment wherever a survivor, or an advocate, may go. It was unkind of me to involve an advocate, or my sister for that matter, but I know that Tammy is a fighter like me. I wish my warrior friend all the medication she needs, the retirement she deserves, and an opportunity to spit in the eye of her harassers, whether she is inclined to use the opportunity or not.
I don’t believe Tammy is inclined to spit in people’s eyes. Neither am I, but it sure feels good to say it sometimes, doesn’t Tammy? We hope our harassers will find tears of their own, without our help. In a wiser moment we (Tammy and I) wish all the therapy they need to annihilate their brainwashing, if I may speak for my friend, with whom I may not speak.
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