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Man of the Hour for About Thrity Minutes I won't go into a lot of details, but quite a few people here, including many at the Day Center where I work and teach rent from the same landlord and administrator of the RCF (Residential Care Facility) who has a hold over them since they think there is nowhere to go and they are caught under his thumb. They are right to some extent since there is nowhere near to go and most want to stay at the Day Center. I should add there is some politics involved since he is illegally invested in another Day Center (no proof yet, but its an open secret) and has attempted for over a year to close down the facility where I work and force the people living at his facility or renting from him as independents to go there. His partner originally left the Day Center I work at under suspicion of fraud and theft of files protected under HIPA laws. This is small town Oklahoma, well even in big city Oklahoma, corruption is rampant and people without much education, family, money, or pull are run into the ground by those who have them. There are mechanisms for appeal, but they are threatened not to use them upon moving here, and the record of the Advocates office, DHS, Social Security, or the State or Federal AG's office actually doing anything in this backassward state is poor to non existent. You run afoul of either well meaning overworked bureaucrats, corrupt ones, or ones too damn stupid or lazy (or both) to do their job. The rest of the country is in the 21rst century, Oklahoma is still in the Depression of corrupt boss government. We aren't a Red state because of conservatism, but because corruption from the bottom up keeps the state bankrupt and social services at the bare minimum. Any statistic where being in the forties among the worst states is a bad thing this state excels in. Most of the time our landlord/administrator is benevolent enough, but the ones who rent from him in what is called transitional living away from the facility are living in virtual slums and he takes the considerable rent he receives, packing three or four people in the homes he rents and then rather than repairing them buying new ones. Three to four people pay $475 dollars apiece for houses without central air of heating, problems with cockroaches and ants, no privacy, single bathrooms, mixed male and female (not couples) residencies, and rare work done on them save when absolutely needed (he replaced our refrigerator after all our food being ruined for a month, and it took two years to get a washer and dryer from him). those in the facility pay $650 for a bed (often in six or eight men dorms) and a single meal a day that until recently often consisted of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (a nutritionist put an end to that because there are so many diabetics). In addition he is gone quite a bit leaving his mother in charge, a hateful woman feared by everyone who likes to yell at people and has been known to refuse to hand out their rightful meds, have pain meds go missing, and who refuses to let anyone stay home sick. He is known to gamble as well and I know gamblers don't come out even in the long run. While he is nice enough personally, or at least wants everyone to see him that way, people who don't feel like they have any options are frightened to act and fear the consequences. They either have no where to go, no one to turn to, or lack the education and ability to get help, and they are frightened of his mother's wrath. He is also their payee and landlord, a violation of state and Federal law that somehow DHS and SS can't be bothered with. I've been documenting some of the conditions in his rental places including mine, which I share with two people from his facility, and I've been working with the manager of the Day Center and members of the staff to see what could be done.. Some basic repairs have been needed in our place for two years that he is well aware of including a u joint needing replacing in the kitchen for a year and a half so our cold water tap has been out that long. Our toilet has been backing up into the tub off and on for over two years and the last month every day plus the washer causes it to overflow flooding the bathroom in feces. That happened this Sunday at the same time a died in her sleep and had to be found by her roommate because the lazy ass staff at the facility didn't check on her between 6am and 5pm despite her having a blood clot and being a diabetic with signs of entering a coma that had been reported to them. Tuesday was her memorial service held by the Day Center. He didn't show no one from the RCF did. She had been a for 14 years.. She had no money so the county cremated her, they could not even attend her memorial service for a few minutes, not so much as a representative. Wednesday I brooded. Thursday I acted. I used to be in PR and I know how to use information, I have a terrible temper along with those skills, I have no problem cutting my nose off to spite my face if I take yours with me. In short I got mad to the point of not caring. Then a so called friend ratted me out to the administrator and the shit hit the fan --- actually it has looked like that in our bathroom far too long. So Thursday I applied the pressure I had been planning with my documentation. He reacted like all petty despots accusing me of being two faced, threatening the with dire consequences of forcing them to attend the Day Center he is illegally invested in. And like all petty bullies and depots he blew and blew like the Big Bad Wolf; his problem being I'm the brick pig not the straw or stick one. I don't fall down, I bend with the wind, I only fall on the blowhards trying to blow me down. This morning not one of the Day Center I work at got on the vans to go to his. At ten I received a call. He had fixed our plumbing and sprayed for the black mold from the flooding. There is at least the promise he is now going to work on the other places as well. He had something to hide and that's why he blew. He has something to hide and that's why he caved. It's a bit like judo, apply the right leverage. I'm not a hero, this isn't heroic, but I admit when I walked into work to congratulations all around from staff and , hugs, applause, and a new spirit because they have been emboldened I felt pretty good. Whatever the long term cost to me, if any, I gave them one day of victory, One little win in a lifetime of losing. One less frustrating day for the staff of not being able to help as much as they want. One day the won something after lives of losing. It was an unusually happy day up there. I honestly think the staff was more excited than the or I was. It's frustrating not being able to do anything while watching people screwed over. Heroes do brave things spontaneously. Mine were calculated, weighed, planned for, and though the trap sprang early, I was prepared and I was mad. Hardly cool and calculated, but cool enough it turned out. Not what I call courageous or heroic, more a fallback to earlier years when I was a pro at doing this sort of thing for God and country and eventually the Pinkerton agency. Being a hero is hard, but I'm naturally a duplicitous SOB when crossed or pushed with my back to the wall. Sometimes heroes are just the right evil bastard at the right place at the right time too. But for a day or so I'll be the "Man," play at St. George, it's a small victory for people with nothing, but it's still a victory. I won't take it away from them by pointing that out. They are the real heroes, the and the staff, I'm just the face in front of the parade, and parades are over pretty fast. I was always good at bluffing though And it wasn't without an unexpected reward.. One of the renters, not a , is an attractive blonde about 15 years younger than me (still not all that young), who around and flirts harmlessly with me most of the time. This afternoon she showed up on my doorstep all dolled up, came in, pushed me into the bedroom, and preceded to show her gratitude in a demonstrable way. Orally and otherwise. I tried to be the modest sort of hero and tell her she didn't need to, but its hard to argue with your cock in a desirable and<b> skilled </font></b>mouth, and she is one of those from the last post who came out and told me she would sleep with me if she wasn't in a relationship. I will go into erotic detail some other time. I'm too tired right now. Like I said, the and staff deserve the real credit here, but Hell, I'm not sharing this afternoon with them whether I deserved it or not. There is such a thing as too modest. Rather than riding off into the sunset with a hardy "Heigh Ho Silver!" the Lone Ranger should have hung around some of those grateful school marms longer.      Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.  |
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Having been in PR the media was one of my backups, as well as small claims court and just finding an annoying lawyer looking to make a name. I really don't want to close the place down, just put him on notice that he is not a despot and we have rights beyond those he chooses to grant. Ironically this is the best place of its kind and many of the people don't have other options as attractive as this, thus the staff and I at the Day Center have been moving slowly until Thursday when a 'friend' ratted me out. Have to thank him, it worked out fine. After they overreacted, they caved, and today the landlord has texted me twice inquiring if the repairs were okay and two of his workers have come by to check all was well ... It's one little battle, one little victory, but I know they have something to hide, and I'm not above a little creative extortion to help these people, especially those in transitional and those with nowhere to go. You always know someone is guilty when they overreact. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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That really suck he can do this and get away with it. Take him down hugs V Most the people here have no where else to go, but they need this to be run more professionally and they need some power which I may have given them. I'm going easy, but the staff where I work seem to think I have landed a major blow. I also managed to get others in transitional living behind me and willing to make a complaint before the trap sprang, so I had ammunition. It's a bit like the Cold War, victories aren't always clear cut. But sometimes you win one anyway. Just being here is going to be some assurance he does the right thing. Today he has texted me twice and sent two people around to see if the work was satisfactory he did Friday. I'm not that easily fooled or that easily placated, but obviously he blundered badly Thursday. Now I don't know what the staff at the Day Center did on my behalf Thursday but I do know they all backed my play, and they were awfully happy with me Friday. Lust brings you together, love keeps you there, sex keeps the mechanism lubricated.
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That really suck he can do this and get away with it. Take him down hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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