Stalker News

 

I have a confession.  I've been praying for this musician for well over a year after seeing a news report about prostate cancer. I lost my faith decades ago; seeing this album at Amazon restored my faith because I realized something listens when we pray. 

Today I'm thankful for confirmation. 

Now, I don't think that I have to play up the witchy gossip anymore; I did that to make light of the crap my in-laws said about me.  About ten days ago, my middle child told me that her father called her to deliver a message for me. My ex wants me to know that his mother died.  

Long story short, I've known my ex's family since 1984. I began experiencing stalking from my ex-husband's family during the summer of 1992. He always denied having anything to do with it.  Somehow, they always knew where I was and how to find me. Their behavior interfered with almost everything......jobs, friendships, school, my businesses, and my online accounts but for some reason, they left me alone during my political adventures.  They are intimidated by authority which probably accounts for them leaving me alone when I was irritating the politicians.  

It may have been the police, too. I always had police around me; they literally sat outside my house on a daily basis. It was during my mayoral campaign when a lawyer hired by the city told me that my husband was stalking me.  After death threats from city employees, I didn't believe her.  Shortly after, I learned from the police that they knew who my stalker was and advised me to hurry the divorce along. The divorce was easy. Enforcing the orders was the hard part and my ex refused to exit my home for nearly four years. The police refused to take police reports so I never could get a restraining order. They have recently begun sweeping my home on the days I come home and find all my doors open. 

All this time, my ex has been telling me that his mother is the stalker.  I believed that until she called me begging me to clean her home after losing her sight temporarily in 2008. I could not help her because she liked to call the police claiming I threatened her, even when I hadn't spoken to her in years.  It wasn't worth any legal complications.  I asked her nieces to help her. My former mother-in-law engaged in some phone shenanigans and I believed she was doing stuff behind the scenes but it pretty much dropped off in 2016 after her daughter died. That was about the time I had called the Adams County Sherriff's Department because my ex-husband threatened to kill his mother and took off in my car.  I wound up calling the police in her area who, after checking out the situation and ensuring that my former mother-in-law was safe, told me that my ex and his mother were in cahoots and to get a restraining order. 

My ex was constantly telling me that he never spoke to his family so there was no way for them to know where I was.  My daughters have confirmed that those are lies, he's actually taken them to visit his family and it appears that he's still very much enmeshed with them.  He complains to them about me and they set about fixing everything for him by harassing me.

The stalking has never really stopped but it slowed down considerably.  It probably helps that I have a dog, security cameras, and work too many hours to count.  I thought I made my house a fortress but they've managed to tear all my doors off the hinges in 2022 and break my garage door.  

I should move.  The court order demanding that I stay here expired in August. I'm hoping the Fed stops messing around with the interest rates so I can afford to move.  

Now that my ex has lost his stalking scapegoat, I wonder if I can stop being so hard to reach.  I've learned to keep my phone in a Faraday bag so I never answer it.  I don't sit at my office after hours.  My calendar is not online. I don't always go to the meetings I want to attend and watch online.  My true employer isn't on my LinkedIn page.  I don't even use social media after getting kicked off of platforms during the pandemic, so no one knows where I am. 

Maybe it's time to stop hiding.  This has gone on too long. 

Then again, much of my mail is delivered opened, so it could be my ex and his proxies or it could be the local thieves as crime is skyrocketing in my city.  I probably should get a PO box. 

The last frontier for my ex is to destroy is my relationship with the kids.  One kiddo may bite but I think she's too smart to fall into the trap for long.  She may not want to talk to me now but sooner or later she'll want money.  My ex said his shrink suspects Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  Narcissists don't share money without creepy conditions.   

Kids grow up and see the games for what they are.  

I had to ask my daughters to stop telling me about that family.  Apparently, all of my in-laws are divorced. In the end, the scapegoat got sole ownership of his parents' house in the will (which is pretty cool being that he put up with a lot of crap throughout his life.) My fifty-something former brother-in-law is bragging to my daughters about dating twenty-year-olds which creeps my kids out to no end.   

It must be disgusting to have a lecherous uncle. 

I'm hoping the last paragraph of this stalking chapter is being written now. 

It would be nice to get back to life.

Stay safe out there.

Love ya,

S. 

Next Day Edit - I still can't quite pinpoint why his contacting the kids to send me a message is bugging me.  Triangulation is awkward but he's pretty much blocked everywhere after following me around for more than twenty years. 

I'm wondering what he's trying to tell me.  Does he want me to let my guard down? His mother wasn't behind the stalking. She may have participated, but she derived no benefit from it. My ex used her to control me. 

Does he want me to sue him to claim those $50,000 worth of judgments from the money he took after our divorce?  Maybe he thinks he can see me in court if I think he's getting an inheritance? 

Somethings up.  I don't think the contact was made for my benefit at all. 

Hugs, 

S.  

 

Thanks for the laugh Mayor Mike Coffman

 

Today I am thankful that I have a sense of humor and a shadow side. 

I ran for the role of mayor a lifetime ago.  I wasn't serious about it.  Some asshat that owned a chain of addiction treatment centers partnered with the City of Aurora to arrest women sexually assaulted on his property in order to reduce the odds that they would sue. 

I was an activist at the time and heard from the sister of a woman facing legal charges for saying an offensive thing to a cop. 

Contempt of Cop shouldn't be a thing. 

When a member of the Republican Party asked me to run thinking I'd make a lunatic sound sane, I jumped at the chance to tell the eventual winner what I knew. 

Steve Hogan took care of it. 

Then, Mr. Hogan died.  Bob Legare, one of my favorite politicans, took over for a bit.  Life was good. 

Then we elected the booby prize. 

We got Mike Coffman.  At least, he's hilarious. 

So, people STILL tell me stuff about the city.  I swear up and down that I won't do anything about it because my role is to help people get off of the streets and/or stay off of the streets.  I'm a licensed addiction counselor (among other things). 

So....I'm super busy and don't have a lot of time to play bass or attend to a certain blog. 

On Sunday, a business owner told me that she had lost $70,000 in inventory last month.  She said that the shoplifters are incredibly brazen; they actually pulled up a rental truck and tried to unload carts of things out the back emergency exit. 

She said, "The cops don't come."  She asked me to say something to the people in charge.  I was so pissed that I had to buy headache medicine from her. 

I've had a running headache since Sunday.  

Today. I literally saw thieves with my own eyes.  I didn't catch the pair on film but I got a good picture of the cart they didn't take.  It was full of toilet paper and laundry detergent. Yes, I hesitated to snap the picture because I didn't want to capture the frustrated clerk on camera as I fear for his job. 

Then, I went to another grocery store across the street and found an unattended cart full of pampers in the parking lot.  I took it back to the store and reported it to the manager.  Apparently, it was evidence and I shouldn't have returned it.  Part of me wonders if this is the handiwork of the same set of thieves? 

To make matters worse, I saw this hilarious joke on my way home: 

In my twenty-two years living in Aurora, I have never seen crime like this. 

A 15 year old kid was shot when working at Southlands Mall last weekend. 

Numerous neighbors have had break-ins. 

Of course, I've had several break-ins but I blame my stalker (I'll post more on that soon). 

Seriously? 

What fantasy world is this guy living in? 

I'm a conservative!  

Mike Coffman is not conservative.  

He seems to be the punchline of a very sick and twisted joke. 

Mike Coffman lost me when he said that homelessness is a choice after he pretended to be homeless for a week.  

If he were a red blooded conservative, he'd realize why housing prices are skyrocketing.  He'd take a look at the tax code and the housing codes.  The government is the reason housing, childcare, groceries, energy, transportation and many other things are expensive. 

You can lead a RINO to water but you can't make him drink. 

It's enough to make me want to get a bunch of 5x7 pieces of sticky paper printed with the word soft and drive around correcting Mike Coffman's campaign signs. The dud is fairly flaccid when it comes to crime. 

Thankfully, I'm far too busy for that. 

I'm honestly too busy to come down and chew someone a new arse in three minutes, too. 

I may have to do just that to be rid of my headache.  

Seriously, don't make me come down there on Monday nights.  I may be alone my first night but if I have to visit twice, I'll bring an army with me. 

People are pissed. It's a shame the politicians can't see that. 

*****

I had an Uber driver explain it to me the other day. 

He said, the politicians don't listen to us.  They only listen to their donors. 

I told him about the death threats from the librarians over a decade ago.  He suggested that I avoid politicians.  Yeah but either I can be killed by the organized crime thieves stealing in the stores or a self-entitled asshat thinking they have to shut me up. 

I've already been kicked off of Facebook and Twitter/X.  

I don't do business in Aurora.  What are they going to do? 

Keep their threat to audit me if I dare start a garage band? 

Well, since someone broke into my garage and destroyed the door, I don't think I'll start a garage band anytime soon. 

I feel inspired to play slap bass.  That's what I do when I'm pissed.  

I almost need another Steinberger to name Mike.  I have a bass named after the former City Attorney who harassed my family.  Charlie is a Fender Precision. 

Sad but true. Bad politicians are excuses to buy instruments I don't need. 

Stay safe and sane out there. 

Vote out the scumbags and RINOs. 

Love ya lots, 

S. 

The Libertarian Party is Dead and Going to Hell in a Handbasket

 

 

 

Today, I am thankful for the truth.

The Libertarian Party is dead.  On the other hand, the uni-party is alive and well, as Republicans have infiltrated the Libertarian Party of Colorado. Apparently, the Libertarians have been hanging around the crossroads making deals with untrustworthy entities.

 I couldn't figure out why in the world the old-guard Libertarians were being blocked from the state Facebook page until I heard the news.

They've made a deal they're going to regret.

Apparently, the new Libertarian leadership has bent over for the Republican Party and promised not to run candidates in hotly contested races. The Republicans promised to run liberty candidates.

Read about it here: https://www.cpr.org/2023/06/22/colorado-republicans-libertarians-spoiler-candidates-agreement/.

The problem with that is that no one bothered to define "liberty candidate."

Get away fast. There's going to be a stampede!

Yeah, we have a RINO for mayor. There are RINOs, RINOS everywhere.

The Democrats and Republicans are both different sides of the same coin. In the end, both parties want to destroy your liberty. The left will destroy your financial liberty, and the right will destroy your personal liberty.  If you doubt the view that both parties engage in the same crap, look at the number of Republicans that supported the Covid shots and lockdowns! 

To me, both parties are one and the same.

I know many men named David Williams, several of whom are Republicans. I cannot say I've met the man who holds the GOP chair. His view is all too common. I remember there was one occasion when I had to get between a Republican named Gary and a Libertarian invited to speak when the former rushed at him out of fear his run for office would "steal votes" from the Republicans. For my troubles, I was reprimanded as "the crazy bitch," but, hey, taxpayer dollars were not wasted due to a 911 call, possible arrest, and EMT visit.

No good deed goes unpunished.

Who in hell said that the Republicans were entitled to votes?

Don't they understand that most registered Libertarians fear throwing their vote away and typically vote for the Republican unless the Republican reeks of pachyderm feces? 

This just shows that the Colorado Republican Party has no faith in its ability to choose quality candidates.

I left the Libertarian Party briefly when they harassed a Pagan and called his worship of the God of Liberty a type of mental illness. I came back when a few Libertarians helped me fix a mess caused by idiotic Republicans who were interfering in helping homeless people get off the streets.

I never donated again to the Libertarian party after that nightmare and have only helped individual candidates. I've been invited to train with the Democrats but turned them down. I've also been asked to help on Democratic campaigns and have turned them down as well. I've avoided supporting Republicans due to their love of harassing homeless people. 

At this point, I have no idea how to scratch that political itch.

I even had some dorky Libertarians   Republicans chastise me for my activism, asking me to ask myself if it helps people.  One lady said, "[Seigfred's real name], you need to make sure your activism doesn't hurt people."  Let's see.  I don't advertise it. I help get homeless folks off drugs and the streets without asking for a dime. I've helped a woman set up on false charges by a local government get free of the trumped-up charges (drummed up by a Republican, no less but, to be fair, it was a Republican I ran against that came up with a plan to help her.)  

It's delusional to think that my, or anyone else's campaign for office would "hurt people."  I spend my daytime hours helping people fight their delusions.  What difference would it make if I spend my evenings running for office to teach Republicans to fight delusions stemming from their insecurities! 

It's truthful to say that I make a difference without the Libertarian Party. I'll just keep doing the same.

As of now, there are no viable options to the uni party. 

Oh, and to the sheltered traitors running the Colorado Libertarian Party: Give a bully an inch, and they will take a mile. Most of us learn that life lesson by the time we turn six. Be mindful of the next Republican request, it'll be far worse. I won't be a shoulder for you to cry on or a mouthpiece to repair the damage, either.  You're on your own.  

The lesson is to NEVER COMPROMISE YOUR PRINCIPLES.  What happened to the party of principle?  It died a meaningless death. 

All hail the self-absorbed swamp creatures who are taking away our rights at a phenomenal pace.

There really is no one holding these jerks accountable. We can try, but we find ourselves kicked off of Facebook and Twitter while being harassed endlessly by code enforcement and other government entities.

This isn't going to end well, is it?

Take care of yourselves.

Stock up on food and ammo and pray. 

Love ya, 

S. 

P.S. I'm going to change my party affiliation this evening.   

If I write ten more words, I'll hit 666. That will be incredibly fitting for this post. As any witch knows, making a deal with the devil always fails. You have to define each and every word because the Devil is good at finding loopholes. 

Edit: 7/19/23 

Well, it looks like the party was taken over by bigots and transphobes.  I can't leave fast enough. I have no clue what a MAGA Republican is but it seems like we have Trumpette Libertarians (that's my name for Libertarians that worship the ground Donald Trump walks on).  

I can see why the party was kicked off Twitter.  Wow...

Windmills

 

Today I am thankful for the opportunity to say that I'm alive and doing fine. 

I've just been busy. 

I've decided to leave the addiction industry.  I've just quit two jobs after a couple of weeks due to illegal behavior on the part of the ownership. 

I turned the first company into the Behavioral Health Administration who promised to offer coaching to help the company avoid lawsuits and trouble  Edit: I just learned that they are filing DORA complaints against employees who quit without two weeks' notice.  Oh boy, that's expensive for a therapist to deal with.  I never thought I'd see the day when a counselor would have to hire a lawyer for leaving a toxic job. This didn't happen to me but to my replacement.  I'll probably have to write a letter in her defense.  Damn it!    

I'm debating on turning the second company in. They're so stupid that they'll get caught. I was sent a nasty email for talking to my boss about concerns about liability because other counselors were telling people to stop their psychotropic medications without seeing a doctor and people were not getting their insulin. The nasty email from the Program Director stated, "We can't have people working for us who are afraid to take risks due to fears of lawsuits."   

It was a shame that he could not see that I feared killing our patients. Withholding insulin for three weeks can be deadly.   

Stick a fork in me - I'm done. 

Don't worry.  The clients finally got the medication before I left. They also know it is okay to report concerns to Medicaid and the Department of Regulatory Agencies.  

Besides, the last employer has not honored the hiring contract.  They're trying to pay me below minimum wage. They owe me about $3,000 in back pay.  My advice - if an employer shorts you on a check and fights you tooth and nail - leave.  Never let an employer get away with owing you more than you'd let a disliked friend owe you. 

These were both jobs that I got off of Indeed.com.  I did not apply for them, the employers found me.  Both were horrible employers.  I'm doubting that I will get paid by the second company because they are not listed as a business with the Colorado Secretary of State.  Indeed consistently rejects negative reviews so we cannot warn others that they won't get paid or face grievances for leaving leaving a job in an at-will state. I think the lesson is to delete my account at Indeed.  If I can't warn other people about the pitfalls of accepting certain jobs then no one can warn me.  If honest reviews were allowed, I may have seen the writing on the wall earlier and accepted one of the other offers I had received. 

I did not get a master's degree and spend thousands of dollars on post-graduate work to work for asshats who violate the law and put their patients in danger. It's best not to associate with money-grubbing asshats with no experience or business acuity. 

I think the universe wants me to dust off my office space and see my own clients.   

******

Other than that - my life has been busy with school, studying, home improvements, driving kids back and forth to college in other cities, and all sorts of other things. 

I'm posting because my ex gets nosy if he hasn't heard from me for a while.  He sat outside the house for a few hours last week so I figure he needed to know I'm alive so he'll leave me alone.  I'm trying to head off future property damage at the pass. I know all too well that the police don't care about stalking or ex-husbands sitting outside of your home despite your asking that they not do that.  

I'm actually thinking of moving to the four corners area but I'll be mum on the city.  I can always work as a hypnotist in a tourist trap. I just have a few scores to settle before I move.   

Why do I have the feeling that the universe wants me to get back to business and start hanging out at the City building on Monday nights? 

Or maybe I need to find a way to get on the drug and alcohol counselor oversight board.   

Maybe I'll do that instead.  

*****

I thought that I should let you know that I'm alive....I'm doing fine....and I pray you guys stay away from shit-hole people and employers. 

With all the censorship stuff, my blog may be taken down or I may wind up arrested or shot.  That hasn't happened yet. Life is becoming more dystopian because the bigwigs in power are freaking out;  people aren't taking their crap anymore so they are gunning for more control over the average person. 

Truth be told: The old ways of doing things are dead.  Corporate types, people trying to make a quick buck, and unqualified people trying to take a piece of the fentanyl-war funding pie are ruining things for good people trying to do right by their brethren. 

Why is it that government funding does the opposite of what it is intended to do? 

Never mind, that's just the Libertarian in me whining. 

My prescription will always be less government control.  Look at what is happening now and how our lives have changed. Corporatocracy just leads to a consolidation of power at the top which will eventually fall when people fail to do the bidding of the elite. The charade can't last forever. 

You'd be surprised just how many good people are out there.  When we speak, the evildoers among us have little power.  It's about time we form a chorus.  

In the meantime, I'll keep a steady beat.  

Love ya, 

S. 
 

Whopper of a Lesson (with edit)

I am frustrated with thieving corporations. 

Surprisingly, this time I'm not talking about the WEF political action committee for billion-dollar corporations.  I'm talking about corporations with managers who don't want to pay wages in order to get huge bonuses. 

If a company asks you to engage in nefarious billing behavior with government entities, that same company will fail to pay your wages due. 

They'll also bitch about your productivity (or lack thereof) when you have Covid. 

I've decided not to work off the clock anymore for them. 

Yes, they've asked. 

I give them over ten hours a week free.  They can't even pay my standard wage, I'm not even asking for overtime or off-the-clock work.  If I'm going to volunteer, it'll be for a non-profit. They are not a 501(c)3.

Besides, this overwork is seriously cutting into my bass-playing time. 

I may need to leave abruptly and send a demand for my wages.  I'm a Libertarian.  We believe in honoring contracts.  They broke their contract with me. 

Truth be told, I have other ways of getting my money.  Maybe I'll do that.  I just got a fairly large package from Greece.  I betcha it has my statue of Ares in it. 

That could be why I'm feeling saucy today.  I'm so close to giving my notice and calling my lawyer.  

There are some people you don't want to go to war with.  Often, those are the quiet people....the bookworms who get a tad bit pissed and know the law like the back of their hands (because they read so much.)  

This job is beginning to feel like an abusive relationship.  

Abusers play the games they play to keep you stuck.  You become their toy.....until you get pissed and stop doing what they want.  Eventually, they'll break their toy's illusions and lose their plaything. 

Maybe some slap bass will help me get more grounded. Perhaps it'll save me money on legal fees.  I'll do my kind verbal warning like a shot across the bow. People don't respond until I go for the legal jugular and expose the antics. Unethical people really get pissed off when you share their bad behavior with the world.  

Yeah, being obnoxious is easy for me.  

The truth is that I used to charge $150 an hour.  They only pay me $20.  I took the job to get my license.  I've done that.  I can leave.  I'm often offered $30-$40 for the same job elsewhere now.  I stayed out of devotion to my boss. That was dumb. 

But....her boss glares at me in the hallway and makes snarky remarks.  I've had enough.  They've shown me they want to get money at any cost despite laws and possible insurance fraud.  I think I know what needs to happen. 

These people are actually inspiring me to join or create a PAC to deregulate methadone.  It's been a long time since I jumped in the fray. 

When I get into politics, I tend to go a tad bit too far.  I also tend to piss off a lot of people.  My house gets broken into about three times a year now (that I know of).  When I was a political activist, I'd often catch the cops breaking into my house.  There were numerous threats.  I'm a hypnotist.  I usually got the better of people when they tried to frighten me. 

If someone breaks in now, I wonder what they'll will think of my altar to the God of War?  

It's a beautiful statue!  

It was the darndest thing.  In my Covid delirium, I prayed for a statue of Mars and a man in Greece sent me an email offering me one.  I didn't even contact him.  I'm not sure how he found me.  I'm glad he did. 

Spirituality can be strange sometimes.  

It's not a bad thing to live by faith. 

In sum, be mindful of whom you associate yourself with. People who steal will steal from you.  Trusting asshats will just cause aggregation and headaches.  Life is too darn short for that.  It's just a little heartbreaking knowing how many good people are caught up in this and not appreciated. 

Love ya, 

S. 

Edit 2/20/2023 

I leave my job on 2/28/2023.  The company is still refusing to pay me and they are threatening not to pay out my PTO. 

The little sexist regional manager for a large for-profit methadone company threatened me with, "I'm not the only one who can do things." 

I don't know what he meant. 

The truth is, this little twerp doesn't know what's coming.  

I will send my fourth message requesting payment.  If they don't pay, it's lawyer time. 

The reason that I am posting this is...

well....

by the age of 40, women meet a ton of thirty-something male no-it-alls who ignore laws, threaten, and make sexist remarks....

my buddies and I often have lunch so we can talk about our adventures with sexist jerks. 

It's funny. 

I'm so very proud of myself for not laughing at him.  In fact, I apologized for an unspecific reason.  Truth is, I apologized for what is coming. 

The truth is that much more powerful people are pushing to deregulate methadone.  I'm just a voice in the chorus. 

And, I'm in the process of building his competitor; it will be more of a mind-body-spiritual approach to healing. I should probably be mum on the details. 

Grant writing is hell but I'm learning. 

There is a moral to the story, if you are a dude in middle management, check your bias against women, learn the law, and behave in a civilized fashion. 

If you raise your voice or you threaten people, they gain power over you. 

Or at least Google the name of an employee you think it is fun to threaten.  I admit I've been shadow-banned a lot of places but he can still find an article or two detailing a couple of my tamer adventures. 

This little dude was running around different facilities gossiping about me.  I received a call from someone on the other side of the state claiming I was "unhappy" and overheard him (inaccurately) tell the head of sales that I was unvaccinated.  I wish I were unvaccinated but, alas, I let my boss talk me into ruining my health with a couple of jabs that did no good and brought on high blood pressure. 

Why does a methadone clinic have a head honcho for sales pushing urine screening?  That sounds like a recipe for Medicaid fraud.  

Our values no longer align.  I believe in following the law.  If it is an unjust law, I believe in changing it.  

I submit the following in an effort to be helpful: 

• If you're a business owner, NEVER let management talk about an employee's vaccine status.  That is a lawsuit waiting to happen. 
• Oh, and Colorado is a state where people (as well as corporations) are named in wage dispute lawsuits. That means, if he is denying my pay, I can take it out of his arse. 
• You have to pay out PTO upon separation no matter what. 
• You have to pay sick pay out on time whether or not your overworked supervisor signs off on it (my advice would be not to comingle sick pay and PTO - you don't have to pay sick pay out upon separation). 
• You cannot demand proof of illness unless the employee misses four or more days. 
• Covid PHE must be paid on time and you cannot ask for proof (despite this, I sent numerous positive Covid tests...they don't believe I was sick). 

I got sick from someone at work who believed that they had to come in.  Damn....

Sad, eh? 

I'm done with playing with ignorant greedy folks.  People take low-paying jobs for the mission.  If they've lost sight of the mission, they're going to go out of business. 

Maybe I should report the interns.....you can't replace a paid job with an unpaid intern.  I'll think about it.  Typically, I just give the intern the information so they can deal with it as they wish. 

Or it could simply be that I just can't play well with people anymore. 

Love you, 

S. 

Edit again 3/5/2023 

So....I was unemployed a total of 30 minutes. 

Someone called me and asked for an interview.  I walked in the facility and knew 50% of the staff and was hired on the spot. 

It pays to be nice to wonderful people.  I've been trying to have lunch with former colleagues who left the company. 

I found out that other people left the company after getting Covid and having the regional director gossip about them, too. 

Other people left due to the same concerns about Medicaid fraud. 

Sigh....

Now, the company is making money off of the employees.  Apparently, they are now self-insured so they are behind BCBS-Tx not paying out claims as in-network when the providers are listed as in-network on the website.  They are also continuing to cause me to pay premiums even though I went part-time in January and asked to be off of the insurance due to my change in status.  Now, I'm paying for two insurance plans!  Damn it! 

I gave up my health insurance producer's license to take that job.  On the bright side, I know how to file a report. 

They owe me over 74 hours of pay.   I'm not even asking for the overtime I worked. 

The weirdest thing is that, despite my giving notice well over a month before leaving, I am still getting calls from their patients, their nurses, and other employees about work-related matters that occurred after I left.  I found out that they are still listing me as a full-time employee!  This is leaving an uneasy feeling in my gut. I don't want to be on record as a provider for people that I cannot see.  They've done that to other counselors in the past.  The problem with this is that I'm on the hook if one of the patients gets sick from the methadone, becomes traumatized by something at the clinic, or commits suicide. 

Tomorrow, after visiting my new workplace, I have to call the Federal Dept. of Labor (to report the health insurance shenanigans) and the Colorado Department of Labor (to report illegalities regarding sick pay, withholding PTO after self-termination of employment, and that missing week of pay. I'll also report the not paying the front desk staff minimum wage and that people are working with Covid because the company refuses to pay Colorado PHE. Boy, oh, boy.)  I'll also have to pay for clinical consultation to see if the company listing me as a provider with a caseload has to be reported to DORA. 

It took a lot for me to consider calling the authorities.  I'm a Libertarian.  The last thing I believe in doing is ratting someone out to the government.  As a Libertarian, I believe in honoring private contracts.  They violated our contract.  I'll report only as a means to prevent a lawsuit. 

In another world, I'm known as Sue Happy.  I'm trying to outgrow litigation. 

Man, oh man.....

The addiction business is bizarre.  I'm in the process of re-opening my private practice.  This experience is causing me to not trust employers anymore.  I marvel at the fact that this business is heavily subsidized.  The government subsidizes the training and pays for the treatment. These companies heavily benefit from government assistance.  It's a shame they feel they can take advantage of government insurance and their own employees. 

I haven't even mentioned that my data was stolen from the company during a breach. I wasn't alerted until eight months after the breach! There is a class-action lawsuit from the employees but I never joined it. 

No wonder people are leaving the workforce in droves. 

Don't make my mistake.  Vet your employers! 

Love ya, 

S. 

Feverish Revelations

 

So....I have Covid. 

Damn it, Fauci! 

How dare you take our money to fund gain of function research to fund a communist country in developing weapons to kill useless eaters and engage in biological warfare? 

Yeah, I used to study psychoneuroimmunology.  I remember those research studies in the early 2000s. 

I think trying to find those on the internet got me shadow banned on Twitter and Facebook.  At least it appears that the tech giants were talking to each other, sharing our searches.  

(Yeah, yeah....I know that I've been on a watch list since 2007.  It's possible that I made waves as early as 1987 when I was fighting to get my baby sister out of a foster home pimping her out). 

Who cares? 

If you're not on a watch list, you're not doing anything. 

I've cursed Twitter and Facebook.  I've never targeted anyone specific, though.  

With this fever, I may become delusional enough to do just that. 

****

It started with a raclette party. 

For New Years, I dug out the little grill, bought some raclette cheese, steak, pork, chicken, french cheese, and Mexican melting cheese. 

I should've known something was up when everything tasted like nasty socks. 

I'm getting rid of the raclette.  

People told me the food was good but I thought they were just being nice.  I got a fever the next day but the Covid test was negative so I went to work 30 hours after my fever broke. 

Four hours into work, I fainted in my office.  

Somehow, I made it through the day.  Everything I ate continued to taste like dirty socks.  In fact, everything smells (and continues to smell) like dirty socks.   

I had another Covid test that was positive.  For about three days now, I've been feverish and delusional.  I've tried to eat but that just leads to vomiting.  I can't hear out of my right ear. I continue to faint. I swear everything is swollen and I may need to be checked for breast cancer or sew two different bras together (one is swollen...the other isn't...weird.) 

The experience is strange, indeed. 

At first, I thought I could do stuff for work.  Those little things I never have time to do.  I initially dreamed up stuff I could do if only I could get into my walk-in closet where I store the art supplies. 

I was excited at the thought of bringing out my laminator and making laminated CBT worksheets. I've always wanted laminated CBT worksheets for my clients so I don't waste paper.  I can just wipe 'em off.  

I can't even get to the room without falling over. 

So, the gesso and the canvas for my art therapy group are going to have to wait, too. 

Bummer. 

The mind is willing but the body is weak. 

*****

Now, I'm realizing that the genocide in the Ukraine will help Blackrock get richer.  Disgusting....I pray that's a delusion but I don't think it is.  The WEF and the UN seem to be promotional organizations for corporations with no moral compass. Remember...I'm biased.  I was raised in the Mormon cult. (wonder what they say about their counterpart from Utah). 

The thing about being a feverish spiritual person is that meditation is interesting. 

I prayed for a statue of Ares/Mars.  I got an email from someone in Greece who actually offered to send me one. I didn't even have to ask. 

It's on its way. 

Prayers were answered.  

I fell asleep listening to an audiobook about Freud. 

Oh shit....that was a mistake. 

I woke up understanding why my ex-husband refused to leave my home for over three years following the day he agreed to move during our separation agreement. 

His mother refused to separate from him as a kid. He referred to himself as the "little man of the house" because his father was typically at the bar. 

That woman was basically tied to his hip. When we started dating, I was inundated with calls from his mom and relatives demanding that I stop seeing my then-boyfriend.  She had her daughter and a cousin break into my apartment.  We broke up several times over that.  She promised to stop if I married her son, but, the stalking and phone harassment got worse when we got married.  

I realize now that my ex had to make me his mother figure, push me away, and act out as separating from a parental figure.  Several months into the marriage, I was told "you're not the boss of me" and "my mom is stupid. My sister is stupid.  You're a woman and you're stupid, too." 

Our marriage seemed to end early. 

He often demanded that I sleep with other guys. 

I didn't bite. 

In fact, I didn't date until after the divorce papers were signed.  He begged me to date.  On at least one occasion, he got violent towards me demanding that I sleep with a guy who was pursuing me. He literally pushed me into a corner and made motions as if he were going to hit me while screaming at me to get laid. 

That was creepy.  To be completely honest, I haven't dated since that day in 2014.  Yeah, we were divorced but it didn't feel that way so long as he was in my house.  After catching his sister following me around on a date, I decided to stop.  It's been nine years since I accepted a date.  

Now, I get it. 

My ex was pretending we were married. He stayed in this house to give the appearance that we were in a relationship. He sent his sibling to follow me on dates.  He had his relatives harass me at home.  This way, I get to be the bad guy cheating on my ex-husband that I hadn't touched in several years.  His living here allowed him to claim I was cheating on him. 

He gets to be the victim. 

Wow...

Sadly, he is going to continue this cycle.  I feel for any woman he tries to make into a mommy figure. 

He is still a caricature of anger, constantly bitching about me when he spies me in public. 

I suspect he was the one behind the break-in a couple of weeks ago. 

I know I need to move but am hoping that staying here will help our kids get through college. 

****

Hmmmm......Bad Wolves; that's a great name for a band. I wonder if the BBC would sue me if I started a band called Weeping Angels.  I'd probably just go with Geezer Luv, that one makes me laugh. 

I'm still feverish. 

Anything I eat comes back to haunt me. 

On the bright side, with Covid, it tastes the same no matter which direction it goes. 

I think, though, this time I'm going to fall asleep to Jung. 

Maybe the insight will be less creepy. 

Well, maybe not....Jung is probably why I dream of Ares and Shango.  There are still battles to fight.

I could fall asleep listening to the Monroe Institute Hemi-Sync recordings.   That's not something I do very often.  Those dreams kinda creep me out.  When I listen to those tapes, I see myself married to someone I'll never talk to again, living in an apartment in Chicago, peddling some kind of self-help book, and giving speeches in crowded auditoriums.  That's not me.  That's probably a warning of what I'm going to turn into if I let go of the good fight. 

I'll just zone out on some self-made brain-sync recording.  Those are probably the safest. 

Any delusions or creepy dreams will just be blamed on the fever, 

Love, 

S. 

Hexing, Driving, and Scheming

 

I've been playing my super old CDs. 

This song is incredibly 80's....super, duper 80's.  It's so damn bouncy. 

Today I am thankful for being bouncy. 

I think almost everything about myself is bouncy. 

My curly hair is bouncy. 

My personality is annoyingly bouncy. 

I think I play bass so I can bounce. 

I am annoyingly resilient. 

I change my mind constantly - like a yo-yo. 

My '89 Buick is bouncy; that happens when you drive Colorado roads in the winter and don't fix your suspension every three years or so.  

The only thing that isn't bouncy is my elderly girl stuff.  I bind the twins.  No one wants to see fifth decade bounce. 

(Maybe I'll post my favorite song at the end - it's super bouncy, too). 

Anyway, this song came on and for some reason I went on the attack. 

Perhaps my subconscious harkened way back to the MTV video with the guys throwing the spears or something. 

I'm sitting in my car, bouncing along to the music and some dumbass in an ugly Hummer on Buckley stops in the crosswalk and flipping revs his engine at a young lady crossing the street. 

It was dark. 

She jumped. 

I glared and cursed the muthafucker.   He's gonna have the scare of his life sometime in the next 30 days.  

(Damn it, thief!  I knew it.  If I cursed one asshat for breaking into my home, I wouldn't be able to stop with the magick.  I was being so darn good, too.) 

Then another asshole in an SUV had to flippin' tailgate me - he got it, too. 

I can't remember why the third asshat got the finger bounce. 

There needs to be a warning label on my car. 

I thought the Second Amendment bumper sticker worked - it does, most of the time.  Don't tailgate someone showing off sneks to the liberals 

Here is the truth about weapons: Your two-ton hunk of junk is far more dangerous than my Glock. The government doesn't care if you try to run me down.  

I'd disturbing that they want me to have no protection against my ex hubby stalker.  The Gods know the cops won't help. 

[Soapbox Alert - stepping up] 

They just want to control everybody.  If they get rid of guns, the traitors in the legislature (cough* Kevin McCarthy *cough) can pave the way for other countries to invade. 

Yeah, how many times does this guy have to lose to get it through his thick skull....people don't want a continuation of the crap that happened over the past two years.  I wonder why it is so important for this RINO to be speaker of the house. I suspect that he's a closet Democrat, especially with how sweet he is on Fauchi.  It's obvious he caters too much to people who don't have the best interests of this country at heart.  It's enough to make a lowly old lady stand on street corners in her Druid cloak and pay homage to her faith. 

I'm getting irritated by the traitors.  In the real world, people get irritated enough to force the trash to take itself out. 

[I'll hang up here a few minutes while I scheme.] 

Do you remember when I realized I was shadow banned on Facebook and got pissed, lit a candle, and asked that they be shut down?  

They were down 12 hours! 

Don't piss off witches bitches. 

I'm that pissed now. 

I'm up to something.  Something I should have done when I took a bite of a cheeseburger at Mcdonald's and broke out in hives because they're using Bill Gates's fake soy-laden cheese.  I got a scar from that. 

Vain people don't do well with hives. 

Do you know what set me off?  Seeing an elderly guy look at meat at the grocery store and grudgingly walk away empty-handed.  I didn't catch him in time to buy that roast for him. 

It really shouldn't cost $8.00 for a dozen of eggs or $13.00 a pound for beef. 

Now, these asshats in power want to regulate vitamins in the land of the free.  I don't eat a lot of food.  Vitamins are how I get my nutrition. 

So - 

thanks to my ex-hubby and his family, I'm back to my old tricks. 

I caught the magickal bug. 

Not sure what I'm gonna do yet but it's gonna be a doozy. 

*****

For my fellow Pagans, I'll share a fun fact. 

The Roman God of War is also the God of Agriculture. 

This is gonna be fun! 

If you want to pray to Mars; write a rhyming invocation praising mars for his passion, strength and requesting his protection. 

Light a red candle on Tuesday.  Leave a good cut of beef, a good size container of cinnamon whiskey, and ask for the farmers to win the war waged by their governments and a certain asshat trying to corner the market with his fake Frankenfood and desire to kill off 70% of the world population. 

Try to let the candle burn out.  If you can't, extinguish it by snuffing it out (never blow on a candle, it irritates the spirits). 

 My only hope is that these corporate asshats with homicidal ideations go into the dark unknown first.  These Nazis are not making good karma for themselves.   

Men with greedy schemes are no match for the magickal womenfolk.  Men can be magickal, too.  You'd be surprised how powerful people can be when they only want the best for their brethren. 

I've got my own way to play. 

I'm just not sure which song I want to play first.  

All I know is that it's gonna bounce! 

I won't have to do anything violent. 

I'll just pray. 

Stay safe and sane. 

If you do that, you'll be one up on me. 

Love, 

S. 

P.S. If you care, here is my favorite song.