Peeping Tom of Windansea
Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Culture, Documentation, Ethics

Peeping Tom

for summer twist and friends

The other morning I woke up and felt for once like myself… softest sheets on my bed, nuzzled up warm, safe, and alone in my home. The waves a deep roar as they crash ashore fifty or so yards beyond my bedroom window. I rolled over and lingered a little longer, those being my last days in the only home I’ve ever really known as my own.

I got up decided as it was gray and dreary that I’d make my own coffee, the Bird Rock Backtalker’s blend, a special blend made by the bright and brilliant Jocelyn. It’s then I check my voicemail and listen to the worst of the worst from Uncle Tom. Here’s that one, and a whole selection of other priceless Uncle Tom voicemail gems…

 

“Cry and whine how thirsty they are…”

Gidget, the Chism Bag

Listen to Voicemail September 14, 2011. 7:44am:

“I know you thought I was looking at your body, wishing I could lick it and juice on it and everything like that, but no I was actually looking at how thin you were. Try to eat something today, try to eat more—forget the beach niggers, forget about being sociable and feed yourself today, you know? And, uh, heck no man, I couldn’t get rid of you if I made love to you. It’d be a bummer for ya, you’d be bummed. All these guys using you as a chism bag and here’s the old Uncle Tom loving you and having respect for you and giving you multiple orgasms, shit, I’d never get rid of you… so see, it all works out for reasons. I know you were wondering all of that, Uncle Tom wants my hot little body but no I was really looking at you, try to feed yourself a little better today. I’ll check ya.”

Gidget and the Hillbilly Monster

 

Listen to Voicemail August 16, 2011. 9:06am:

“There are many things you can Google. One of the places that stands out the most in the memories of where you’re at is a thing or a program called Hee-Haw. Hee-Haw was originated in, I think, the 60’s or the early 70’s. It was a stereotypical program of the Bible Belt and the midwest, or the mideast or somewhere back there—nonetheless, it’s wow. I hope California hasn’t affected you enough that the, the, the, hillbilly monster’s get ya. Oh well, check ya.”

Uncle Tom Helps Poor Young Women Who Need a Second Chance

 

Listen to Voicemail July 31, 2011, 5:23pm:

“Boy did I get hurt last night, did I get hurt last night. All I’m trying to do is trying to help poor young girls, poor young women who need a second chance that have been caught up into the system. All I try to do is help them. And these, these, these, these bad men try to put me down, and these poor young girls don’t know what to do, what to think. And, they tell me this and I get so hurt. And you know, there’s a new phrase in town, it’s a phrase that’s been around a long time, but you’re in town and it’s new, and whoever these people who’ve talked about me, that’ve tried to stop me from helping poor innocent young girls, poor innocent young women maybe, who knows. But, you can just call them a bitch fag. Down right hard bitch fag. That’s the new phrase, first you had beach nigger, and now you have bitch fag. And they’re a bitch fag, trying to stop a simple man trying to help young women. What’s this world coming to?!”

 

I’d call the police, but they made me promise not to call 911 again. I refused to promise, but since the last time I called I needed help with an emergency and they could care less and instead threatened to take me away to County Mental Health, again.

They then left, I guess they were corrected by whoever they called up.

So yeah, I am left to deal with life without the civil protection afforded to normal citizens of San Diego County.

Funny thing is, I met the Chief of Police, William Lansdowne at Harry’s a few weeks ago. I know when I get around to asking to speak to him that he’ll remember—I’ve been told that no one forget’s meeting Gidget.

Too bad I don’t live closer to my Uncle’s police force in Fort Wayne. I bet he would handle a few things around here that seem to be a little broken.

More voicemails stacked below…

Standard
Culture, Documentation, Ethics, Technology

Bryan Hertz & Telcentris vs. Angela Baxley

voxox for business by Telcentris

This story started a year ago. I’ve waited one year for Bryan Hertz, CEO of Telcentris and my former boss, to do the right thing. However, I did file my complaint with the California Division of Labor Standards Enforcement in May 2011. The case is still pending.

September 2011, one year after being fired, and denied my final paycheck and reimbursed expenses, I began this campaign for social justice, which may or may not beat the law to the punch.

UPDATE: September 15, 2011, Shekhar Vyas, the lawyer for Telcentris called and offered a settlement. I didn’t even listen to terms, and let them know that while they thought the DLSE case was closed, it was indeed still open. One year later, I will not settle. I deserve full compensation and penalties. It’s the LAW. Bryan Hertz, and the Hertz family of “serial entrepreneurs” apparently think that they are above the law.

“I would recommend not sending out any tweets or communicating anything that could imply or cast the company in a negative light. There is no reason for that.  I would think you’ll want to keep things friendly and professional, and I’d like to do the same.” —Bryan Hertz, CEO Telcentris, September 17, 2010

Wanna skip the story? Just read the State of California Division of Labor Standards Enforcement Wage Adjudication Claim of Angela Baxley vs. Telcentris.

When I left San Francisco, the epicenter of the raging party of technology and design, I had very little oomph left in my heart. I think I’d left it on the Yahoo! Shuttle somewhere on the miles commuting back-and-forth between The Mission and the South Bay. One night, Micheal and I slipped quietly out of the city in a U-Haul headed south for San Diego packed with his belongings and mine. I’ll never forget the listless feeling pulling away that night looking back at the arm-chair that wouldn’t fit. My heart was crushed, my spirit broken.

I spent the months of November and December alone. Many nights I slept on the couch. At some point I started watching LOST and that fascinated me. Day after day I’d get up and move to the couch to vegetate and gaze unmoved at the brilliant blue sky outside beyond my patio. It was right about Christmas time that I’d had it. I was bored. Enough. I needed a job. Something to do. Great timing, the holidays and all.

I’d talked to my pals at Sapient (highly recommend them!) about work on the [redacted] account, but couldn’t even fathom the commute to Rancho Bernardo every day! If I’d wanted to commute, I could have stayed in San Francisco and worked for Apple or Facebook. Then there was this little family company, Telcentris. My Aquent (now Vitamin T) talent agent, Amy McFarland, told me about the family—serial entrepreneurs. I did my homework and learned that they’d had some legal issues with their companies in the past, and had been through more than their fair share of designers, but all-in-all seemed to be nice enough guys. Nothing I couldn’t handle. Continue reading

Standard
Angela's Mother
Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Documentation, Ethics

The Hammer

a homeless person called 911 & reported the client was “5150”

He took the word of the guy he labeled a “transient” “homeless person” over mine taking me while leaving the “homeless person” in my unlocked home…

Read along as I explain what happened the summer of 2011…

July 9, 2011

I’m taken in handcuffs, held and drugged against my will. I was released the next morning.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkygidget/15035125570/in/datetaken/

July 14, 2011

I was again taken, drugged and held against my will.

It is important to note that the paperwork refers to my “mother” who put me in—this is a lie. When my mother found out that I had been institutionalized and immediately bought a ticket to California to rescue me. See also my parents documentation regarding the events, notations regarding timelines and deceptions…

They refused to release me to my mother.

Angela's Mom: BEACUSE

I was held until July 19, 2011 and released by the hospital “against recommendation” just prior to my case being heard by the judge. I was too tired to wait to see a judge to have my ‘case’ heard. So I accepted their offer of release ‘against their recommendation’ instead of waiting and taking my chances with the judge… at that moment being free was more important that exposing injustice.

The above person’s condition was called to my attention under the following circumstances:

Client invited a transient to live with her a week ago. This homeless person called 911 & reported the client was “5150”. Daniel Rhodes 940-217-7649.

urine-no-evidence-new-dog

“bedding odorous of urine”: no evidence has new dog (Mom)

Determined that client has not slept in past 3 days, eats little, irrational, talks non-stop to herself, & talks to people not present. Client stays in a tent in her spare room, & the bedding was odorous of urine. Birth mother, Arlene Baxley said client refused from CMH 3 days ago. Hyperactive, illogical and unable to sleep.

The following information has been established: (Please give sufficiently detailed information to support the belief that the person for whom evaluation and treatment is sought is in fact a danger to others, a danger to himself/herself and/or gravely disabled.)

Upon arrival client was hypomanic, hyperverbal, mostly incoherent & unresponsive, illogical, derailed thoughts, rambling, when asked her name she stated “just follow the river to the mountain.” Birth Surrogate mother, knew client over 10 years stated “She not able to care for herself, she’s not safe, she’s not in the real world”, Barbara Yager, 803-487-1502. Barbara explained client in TX for anxiety since 2007 believes client is bipolar.

Based upon the above information it appears there is probable cause to believe that said person is, as a result of a mental disorder:

Client has no viable plan for self care.

support-system

support system was not notified of her release (Mom)

⌧ Gravely disabled adult

As evaluated by,

Mike F. Hammer, LCSW #0494, 7/14/11 11:30am, 619-884-5149
Norther SDPD PERT, 1401 Broadway San Diego, CA 92130

Rights

You can make a phone call and/or leave a note to tell your friends and/or family where you have been taken.

 

Bringing Down the Hammer

transient

What does it matter that if a person is transient or not when it comes to determining the case? “Daniel” has a driver’s license with a respectable address, is known in the neighborhood, and it’s simply Hammer’s judgmental attitude showing immediately in the documentation when he calls the person reporting a “transient”. (That’s “Daniel” photographed below.)

He's not Happy, He's my Brother...

He’s not Happy, He’s my Brother… the “transient” “homeless person” who lived with me.

homeless person

Likewise, you can’t say I invited him to live with me, and then call him homeless. As a matter of fact, he lived with me until the end of the summer. You see, after getting out I made sure I wasn’t going to have been punished for inviting a transient homeless man live with me and not actually have him live with me!

has not slept past 3 days

At this point it should be pointed out the confusion between Hammer referring to my “birth” mother and a “surrogate” mother, both individuals he refers to being in North Carolina, and thus says who, the homeless transient who lives with me? Meanwhile, ironically, not sleeping had everything to do with having been drugged against my will on July 9th, 2011.

eats little

Refrigerator full of quality food (Mom)

Refrigerator full of quality food (Mom)

My mother notes that I had a refrigerator full of food.

I had a friend, Lea Dennis, prepare some amazing food (see below) which stocked the refrigerator.

I’m also known for my routine coffee—and occasional pastry—at Bird Rock Coffee Roasters, to be followed by brunch at a diner, like Harry’s or Cass Street.

I plan my day around food.

Should I have to prove that I eat enough food so as not to be institutionalized? Whose right is it to judge me?—and on what days? To come into my home, and to take me away, and to hold me, and drug me, against my wishes?

My Mint.com transactions for the “Food & Dining” category for July 1, 2011 – July 15, 2011 are below.

july-2011-food

surrogate mother

I don’t have a surrogate mother.

Angela has never depressive effected adversely manic

Angela has never been in with a depressive state. Lithium from the Em Dept visit effected aversely adversely sending her into a manic state though. (Mom)

bipolar

I’m not, nor ever have been, bipolar. See my Mom’s notes on the false documentation. Saying a thing doesn’t make it so. Making lots of documentation about it doesn’t make it so. Institutionalizing me and treating me for it still doesn’t make it true.

So July 2011 overnight on the 9th, and from the 14th through the 19th I was held in mental institution under the recommendation of someone who called 911 from North Carolina about a person in California. This person was not my mother—my mother flew to California to rescue me, but San Diego County Psychiatric Hospital refused to release me, even to my mother’s care.

On July 19th rather than allowing me to see the judge they planned for the “AMA” release.

That’s my dog Roxie. I got her back, but we were only together for a few days before she died—run over before my eyes.

https://www.flickr.com/photos/spunkygidget/15044535537/in/datetaken/

The cops would come to my door one more time that summer to threaten to take me away.

“Pet owner who is 5150 and is going to county mental health dog had marijuana and other poisons. Dog was on its side not responding when I first arrived. After a few min dog became alert.”

They tested her for drugs twice failing to find any evidence to substantiate Mike Hammer’s report. Roxie wasn’t unresponsive on her side when he arrived—she was resting in my lap. Hence, see, trouble: I was unable to allow Mike Hammer into my home, as I was sitting on the couch with my dog asleep on my lap… so, let’s talk about due process.

 

Standard
Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Culture, Documentation, Ethics

Ku Klux Klan

Ku Klux Klan

“You Have Been Paid a Social Visit By The Knights of The KU KLUX KLAN Don’t Make the Next Visit a Business Call”

A KKK business card… No. I’m not kidding.

 

Tara Tiger Brown faved this

Tara Tiger Brown PRO 8y

STFU. Where the hell did you get this?

Angela Glass PRO 8y

Somebody stopped by my brother-in-law’s work.

My biology partner in middle school was a card carrying member. Our school was shut down for a day when it was vandalized with racial slurs on weekend.

They still have rally’s all the time in Mt. Holly, a little town just outside Charlotte.

Standard