June 21, 2017 and continued June 22, 2017
Dear Mr. ,
Tell me what choice did I have? In this , I have to file for bankruptcy, yet my internet searches are limited. Every I went to is clearly not a . So, what choice do I have? Especially since, I was told I did not need to file bankruptcy that I was going to be paid soon – this was early part of 2015. Now here it is June 2017 and I am only being . So, what choice do I have about which ?
I do not believe there is any reason why I should have to move or adjust ANYTHING in the restroom at which is why I’ve stopped moving the facial tissue from the dispenser. I think it is a waste of energy to have to look and move things around. I do not believe there should be any monitoring while I am I the restroom at .
I need to be deprogrammed!
Things that need to be corrected and clarified:
I need to tell you I’ve been talked out of for more than one reason. #1 I’ve been talked (shown) out of it because of the by that . #2 I’ve been talked (shown) out of in. Which is why I as possible.
Here is another problem – communication. Everyone tells me a different story, set of rules, policies and procedures, and so forth. Everyone needs to be on the same page and say the same thing. Period.
I am not certain about anymore. No more routes? Driving past the , then on the way home ? It’s too confusing anymore.
They have made this too real. It has been made more complicated than it needs to be.
Again, I will say I never should have been at . Nobody does as much as I do! Nobody else could do what I have been doing for as long as I have been doing it.
There has to be no more accessing my phone or personal effects while I am .
Things I understand:
This is the final countdown – I heard that on the . I understand that to mean no more .
What I thought I understood – past the , then it is no more house.
Things I feel I need and want to share with you personally:
Grandparents – When TCS started turning bad I left notes in my house when I went to work trying to explain myself because I was made to feel bad about myself in all ways. I left notes to prove they were entering my home without permission. One note I left was about seeing my grandparents. Living in California, I must have been no more than four. My mother was driving the family van, I was in the passenger seat when I turned and casually said to my mother, oh, there’s grandma and grandpa’s camper. My mother’s face was a combination of shock and angry surprise. The camper was parked at a mall. We walked into the JC Penny where the camper was parked, and as I said, there were my grandparents shopping. They obviously had not told my mother they were going to be in town which explains her anger. But, I just turned my head and in an instant, knew it was my grandparent’s camper and no one else’s. It might be a God-given gift, or just a coincidence. I don’t think it’s that special.
Things I need help with:
Deprogramming.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 