Now, I Am Believed

Well, well. As Safeco hired the Independent Inspector, I expect to never see his report. When he presented himself here, he seemed fair and even-handed, I might even say fair-dealing emanated from him. I must be radiating some sort of freneticism because all men wind up talking to my son. I think they hear me, but they talk to him. At first I rather despised this male habit, but once I rethink it some more, I’ll get back to this line.

For six months, we have been glamping, with the boxes that have no where to go gracing the “driveway” and the “back yard” with their unexamined contents. After opening 400 boxes on the dead run, I hadn’t the manual dexterity to continue. Gotta rest that carpal tunnel, doncha know?

No stove hookup available, no flex line and cut-off valve. But this was paid for. So, I bought some electric burners and have been cooking with electricity. Hate it.

The meter board should have arc faults in it. They were removed by Protech’s electrician when I called to tell them the breaker was thrown when nothing much was on. I think the place needs rewired. Their fix was to remove the Building Code-required arc faults.

The adjuster who made the payments, Kent Stiles, continues to head up the investigation into my claims of his, Mazandarani’s, and Protech’s malfeasance. How can he investigate himself? I asked him this directly. He provided no answer. I had the opportunity to ask his manager, and he said Safeco thought he was the best person for the job because of his “familiarity” with the case. The man has participated in my gaslighting for over two years, masterminded the situation IMO because he is the common denominator among all adjusters who have worked on this case. Stiles took over the case from Trevor Haaswyk, who later left the state. Stiles made the payment to Beal Bank. He made the $80K payment to Protech in March even though he knew full well the job was in active dispute. I used his estimate to craft the police report itemized list of items stolen from my property. Safeco paid for all sorts of things after Protech provided them with a written estimate. Not a final bill. No invoices. An estimate, only, after two years. At this point, some precise figures should be available.

But, no. After submitting this $80K estimate to me, Protech issued ANOTHER ESTIMATE, that stated they spent $238K on this project. Again, what was installed was altered, costs changed, still no receipts or invoices presented, no explanation of the change in cost from their original “bid” of $190K to the final $238K. Stiles is the only one qualified to investigate these irregularities as he aids and abets grand theft. SMH

 

 

Finally, An Independent Inspector

After six months of wrangling with Safeco Senior Claims Resolution Specialist Kent Stiles,  whom I fired one month ago, enduring his continued attempts to humiliate and abuse me, his attempt to go through the back door of Innovations Properties to get me hooked up with the contractor network that I thought I was already a part of, an independent cost consultant was called in.

Stiles did not want him to know about the 19 days of delay that characterize the first days of my claim that was handled by a fellow named Trevor Haaswyk, now employed elsewhere. Wonder if I should track him down and get a statement? I may present this in civil court if this matter is not resolved to my satisfaction.

The inspector was treated to a first-eye look at the hideous workmanship that is Protech’s signature if all of the online reviews are to be believed. He photographed the overtorqued roof that is twisting the house and causing the apex joint in the centers of the house and garage, front and back, to separate and jut forward and backward. He saw how they deviated from the “plans”, a different set than those presented to me over 18 months of deceit.

The inspector also had a look at the last estimate submitted, documenting that Protech claims they were paid over $238K when their initial bid was $190K. They submitted no paperwork indicating why they needed this extra money. I have no documentation in this house for anything installed, no warranties for appliances installed, and a previous estimate that netted Protech $80K. That estimate was not presented for inspection. Guess the State Contractors License Board will have to take that into account.

I know the inspector found we were charged for items and services that never happened or were never installed on this property. I know he took note of the shoddy workmanship in evidence.

 

Is This Fraud, Larceny, or What?

 

Just made 63. The struggle is real.

Safeco, Liberty Mutual has provided the claim file. I have found $28-30K of discrepancies. Safeco has foisted the burden to the contractor, who was brought into the deal by the Safeco adjuster.

I asked the adjuster about the remaining claim funds in October and she refused to answer my question, went incommunicado for two months. When she did surface, it was indirectly, through my housing provider, to cancel my housing, telling me my house was fit for move-in.

It wasn’t.

Got a copy of my claim file. Says I bought hardwood oak floors that were sanded and stained and non-dust sanded, too. Trouble is I can’t find those floors in this house. These are laminate if I’m a day old. Says I have TWO infrared, vent-free heaters. There is a gas monstrosity in the living room. Says the porch pillars have been paid for, but I don’t have a porch any more.

All totaled about $30K in questionable charges. From missing windows, shutters, a back door, hardwood floors, bathroom mirrors, and kitchen cabinetry, to outright lies about what exists in this house, this is pretty shocking shit to me.

The insurance company is quick to advise taking the matter up with the contractor, but the adjuster brought the contractor with her. They are in this together. This isn’t the first time, either, I’d wager.

Who does their jobs anymore?

Two months ago I contacted an attorney to see about suing my bk attorney for interfering with my case and allowing Beal Bank to steal money from me they were not owed. I was referred to an attorney who is reputed to be quite creative, and I need someone with imagination to help me because more and more entities keep piling on in abusing me.

I got the paralegal from I don’t do my job. For two months I got nothing but runaround from him. When I called the office today, I learned he no longer works there, so I have to start all over again. This time, I was told, the lawyer I was referred to will call me back.

Now, I need an attorney who deals in insurance company bad faith, because being forced to live in a cold house with no utilities, appliances, or approval from the entity that provides certificates of occupancy seems like mighty bad faith to me. I want someone to feel my wrath.

Why I Never Supported HRC

She stood by her man after he disrespected her, their daughter, and the nation. She stayed for the power. That she continues to stand by him in the current climate disturbs me.

She labeled a generation of young people predators, superpredators. Most of those young people were Black and Latinx.

She disrespected her husband’s accusers, did not believe them, implied they lied.

She is a lawyer.

She didn’t fight Obama for the nomination, just handed it over.

She didn’t fight Trump over this rigged election, just closed her mouth, wrote a book, and rakes in the cash.

She is an elite corporatist.

Her DNC is corrupt.

My position is not popular, particularly among this wave of feminists who seem to want to be better men. Nevertheless, for the above reasons, and maybe a few more that I have not let surface, I have never been a supporter of HRC. I wish her well, but I got nothing else for her or her rabid supporters.

 

 

There Are Not Enough Words

Yeah, I’m a veteran.

So, let’s get cracking.

I have had a heluva day: computer problems (CRS Admin password hijack), installation of a gas line (gouging), trying to get medical care for my son, renting a car, preparing to move back to my home. Just a lot going on and I am as tired as if I went to a 9-5.

Then, there is all this madness with the government. The treasonous trollops in the White House are driving me mad. That ugly turtle and his thieving wife, stupid Orange Thug and his roguish family, everyone except Barron, for whom I feel very sad. How is it that the entire GOP and DEMs, too, have been allowed to try and burn down our country? I cannot be the only one who knows the country is run by crooks and liars, mostly liars. Sarah Sanders needs boiled.

The chickens coming home to roost for all these groping, raping marauders. I don’t feel sorry for any of them. All these complicit women who said nothing when they knew there was a threat. All the women, and men, who have held memories of sexual abuse for decades; this is a cathartic moment. I really don’t expect to see much come of any of it. Just like all the gun violence. If a school full of dead children doesn’t move people, the complaints of sexual misconduct by a bunch of women will move those in power even less.

And now, I must find another attorney when I have absolutely no faith in them. I have to file a civil suit against my attorney to try and get back the money he stole from me. No trust, no money. Guess I will do it myself. I successfully brought my probate to a close. Time to learn a new legal skill.

Certainly, I must be grateful for what the ancestors place in front of me to learn and do. There must be a reason I am having all of this experience with the law. Would really rather not, but I seem to have no choice. The requirement to defend what is mine is paramount.

The country has gone crazy, right along with orangina. No ethics. No morality. Racism. Classism. Christianist terrorists emboldened and supported by the current administration. The atmosphere in American culture is toxic as hell. I don’t want to live here any more, but where can I go?

Homelessness has plagued me. All around me, even here at the beach, are the homeless. People live in their RVs, cars, vans. Tents appear in the oddest places. People have become very creative with tarps, cinder blocks, and odd wood. They can wrangle this stuff into fairly sturdy habitations. But they are still outside, without facilities, without running water, without refrigeration, without a roof or floor other than the earth. I like sleeping rough when on a camping trip, or just hanging in my back yard. But it is my back yard and I can get up and go in the house whenever I want. Alhamdulillah!

You know, I think of myself as a Jewish Methodist Muslim. Imagine that! Even though I look like your run of the mill Black woman, I actually have Japanese, Chinese, and European running around in my genome. Funny how blood will out. I have always been fascinated with Japan, to the point that I learned to read, write, and speak Nihongo. I feel like I belong there, am connected there. Mayhap I will find my roots there. I want to go and study textile techniques. Sashiko, amigurumi, that lovely delicate knitting. Yes, that is where I could go. Amongst the Euro part of me, I’ve always felt like an Irish woman. Redheaded, flawless porcelain complexion, lilting voice. Yes, I’ve imagined myself in this ancestor from ’round the world.

Now, I’m Jewish because my mother was. Methodist because I chose to study that religion that  Xtian religion that encourages study, and a Muslim because I reverted to Islam in 1997 after surviving a trip to India. I take what I need from all these perspectives and don’t sweat the small stuff. It helps that I don’t participate  in organized religion, but there is nothing like praying with my sisters, lined up together, hearing the prayer in Arabic, the khutba, the conviviality after. Islam is good for those willing to seek knowledge, even to the ends of the earth.

So much swirling. Too much to do. Too much to think about. Didja know I served in the Army? Yeah, I’m a veteran. So many of us are on the streets. So many Americans on the street. This is a worldwide problem. Refugees, migrants, climate-displaced folks. There is too much going on and there are not enough words to tell you of the turmoil that churns within me, especially when I see our so-called president’s face. Him and his whole administration need removed.

Peace, peeps.

 

When Friendship Turns to Henshit

I was raised to believe in making family, in treating those without family or social support to whatever comfort and accomodation that can be mustered.

I tried to be a friend to an old beau and it backfired. Turns out he was a useless narcissist, concerned most about himself, but in particularly self-destructive ways.

I treated this friend to a room at the beach for over a year, rent-free. He reaped many benefits from having no rent to pay, because rent in this complex is $2370 for a 1 cama, 1 baño, >600 sq feet. He reaped auto insurance discounts. He spent money bingeing on gentrified coffees, avocado toast-type crap, smoked fields of weed, ate tons of processed foods, drank Monsters and off-gassed that funky taurine every night. He spent money like water, ran up credit card debt, lost something every day, and generally created tension and confusion in my home.

He saved no money and burned his bridges here, so now he is outty.

Human beings can oftentimes be most disappointing.