Monday, July 12, 2010
My Life In Hell (the ugly truth)
To pick up where I last left off. There is so much waste and mismanagement by the city, state and federal government it's no wonder that this kind of corruption is going on, no one is watching; the left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing. They've caused so much damage the "advocates" at AEH. The harm is at times irreparable and yet no one ever stops them they're allowed to go merrily on their way. They sent out serveys the "clients" are supposed to fill them out, rating them and their performance on how well they did as far as providing help with such things as housing and other basic services. I didn't bother what's the point it's a joke. I've had problems that I really needed help with, problems that they dismissed, because they don't have to deal with them. Their life is going great, so they make what I like to call marie antoinette suggestions; when the people were starving and asking for bread she suggested they eat cake. It makes you want to ring the neck of the person making the lame ass suggestion. They live in their own world uneffected by what is going on around them. There is something seriously, seriously wrong with these people, all of them. When it comes to looking after someone's interests the only one's that matter are theirs. When Darlene Arroyo worked there she spent more time on furthering herself then doing anything for anyone else. I guess when you're zoned out on happy pills it's easy to justify just about anything with lying and excuses. What do you say to someone "that I know you're lying". They stare at you and don't say anything. I know you know that I complained. All they do is close ranks pretend everything is normal, and give me the choice of not coming back. Some choice, where else am I going to go? Then I become frustrated and enraged and no where again. It's ludicrous to allow mentally defective people to advocate on behalf of others; besides only the courts can appoint an advocate. I have no leverage and it's eating away at me, I can't handle it. I said this in my letter when I wrote to Bill DiBlasio; he didn't give a damn. Then there is Robert he's always there, he's been there for years, who knows what he does,nothing. Then there is cheryl she doesn't see me, because I'm not black and if you're not black you don't exist unless you're part of click, a mental click. There are more, but I don't know them, since I don't go there on a regular basis. I wish I could find a way to drag these lazy good for nothing bums up off of their ass' over here and make them see what living here has really been like, and the next time one of them says "I know" I'd like to shove my fist up their ass right up to their lying throat. By knowing what was going on and just sitting by and allowing it to continue unabated makes them complicate and guilty, they and others who could have and should have gotten involved and done something, but didn't are to blame for my situation. I blame them and hold them responsible. My situation should never have happened. I should have been able to go to someone for help and get it. Instead they're cagey and I feel like I have to fense with them. I should never have been put in this position where I was forced to handle things when I couldn't. There is something seriously, seriously wrong somewhere when people can see you're suffering and just plain don't give a damn. While I was looking for a place to replace Baltic St. AEC Inc. I came across Club Access ETC. 156 Williams St. N.Y., N.Y. 10038 Tele. 646-536-7704. The go to the person who at that time was Donald Johnson a half korean-half black just like a Tiger Woods look a like and just about as sincere and reliable. The place responsible for all this misery is ADVOTEC, 92 Seward Ave. Suite 11-15, Middle Town, N.Y. 10940 Tele.845-344-6889.
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