Documentation, Ethics

My Momma always said, if…

telcentris voxox owes angela

“If you can’t say anything nice—don’t say anything at all.”

We talk about “big” ponds and “small” ponds. San Diego, as compared to San Francisco, is a small pond. However, even in the big pond it’s important that you don’t pee in the pool. You never know when and how you’re going to have to interact with a person in the future. My momma taught me that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

This is all to say two points—one, I have had to interact with the Telcentris VP even after being fired, it’s part of being in a small pond where interests, neighborhoods, friends and professional lives are intertwined, and two, I tried to be nice and remind him to be nice, or just leave me alone.

In conversations over the past couple of days with friends, and indeed the audience of a certain female focused website, folks have asked open questions about my intentions, and what went on in the course of my time at Telcentris. I look forward to sharing more over time, but unfortunately right now it’s a trickle effect thanks to how claims, lawsuits, settlements, and social media works. Yes, I’m simply employing the very same strategies I would in my professional business to this very nasty business with Telcentris, and the Hertz family of San Diego.

My intent is fairly simple.

  1. I would like to be paid what is owed to me, according to our state’s calculations (meaning including penalties and interest).
  2. I would like to create awareness around women in technology, and sexual harassment in the workplace. Perhaps even motivate other women to step up and speak up, or at least to become more educated and be better equipped to handle their own matters privately with Federal and State claims.
  3. I would like to make sure that the technology and investing community are aware of the business practices and dealings of Telcentris, Inc, it’s executive staff, and the Hertz family of San Diego—a serial entrepreneurial family in San Diego.

What follows is a SMS conversation from this May. Yup—you see, harassment doesn’t stop when the paycheck does. 

May 2011 SMS Conversation with the Telcentris VP

Telcentris VP to Angela May 4, 2011 6:53:43 AM
Nothing in the world could re-open painful memories and hurt me more than being reminded with exact precision why I couldn’t date you no matter the depths of my love. I hope you got what you needed for you, again.

 

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 9:19:03 AM
I don’t know what you’re talking about. I went to bed and slept sound. Now wake to this, and that I may be an aunt.

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 9:19:36 AM
I don’t understand why a compliment is met with a offense. But that’s that. Have a nice day.

Telcentris VP to Angela May 4, 2011 9:27:42 AM
Just like old times, you had [redacted] lined up to come over after your time with me. Exact precision. Nothing has changed.

 

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 9:48:12 AM
[redacted] had been lined up long before you. Get your head straight. Nothing has changed. I am me.

 

Telcentris VP to Angela May 4, 2011 10:12:57 AM
I agree. Nothing has changed. You are you.

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 10:13:54 AM
I like me. You never loved me.

 

Telcentris VP to Angela May 4, 2011 10:20:08 AM
That is patently false. What I don’t like about being with you is your literal revolving door policy with regards to the volumes of men required to satisfy your ego. I want you to be happy, but not at my expense. Go, be happy. Leave me out of the revolving door.

 

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 10:35:39 AM
You texted me. If you don’t want me in your life, then don’t reach out. Until I meet someone who steals my heart then I’m just me.

Response from Angela May 4, 2011 10:36:30 AM
I’m not going to change. Get used to it. How you perceive my life is your business. Keep it to yourself.
If you can’t say anything nice—don’t say anything at all.

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Are You There God? It's Me, Gidget, Correspondence, Documentation, Ethics, Religion

A wise man once said…

“This day YHWH will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you down, and cut off your head; and I will give the dead bodies of the host of the Philistines this day to the birds of the air and to the wild beasts of the earth; that all the earth may know that there is a God in Israel, and that all this assembly may know that God saves not with sword and spear; for the battle is God’s, and he will give you into our hand.”

David and Goliath

Date: October 28, 2011 2:17 PM
To: Bryan Hertz <bryan.hertz@telcentris.com>

From the words of which I was raised, I learned the art of warDavid versus his Goliath. In truth I took comfort, and I read the bible day and night, in an undertone.

Singing, I sang Jeff Buckley’s “Hallelujah“, Springfield’s “Jesse’s Girl“, and “Forward, You Witnesses” by the Watchtower, among selections of Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline. Riddle you that.

My family went down in history fighting for First Amendment rights, and my grandfather and his friends were not only unjustly imprisoned, but also tarred and feathered for their beliefs. Baxley v. United States is my heritage and in it I revel.

I am proud of my family’s name, and that which they bestowed upon me—spiritual riches beyond any wealth found on earth.

I suppose in your calculations for settlement you likely missed a few key points. I know the value of a name, and know of truest wealth. I have no fear of man, I was raised without it.

I believe in justice and seek it through truth.

In every move, I imbue my own name while striking at yours. Every attack or move you make against me does the same. You are in a game you cannot win, you are unwitting and unwise.

Perhaps it’s unfair, the attention that I grant to this particular instance of injustice in life… Who could have known it was to be your wrong that would be the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back? But did you know, “it is easier for a camel to get through a needle’s eye than for a rich man to get into the kingdom of God“?

I imagine that’s not a concern for you, and since I have no money, it’s not of much concern to me either. 🙂

Today I am enjoying breaking my polite silence. I acquiesced to your request of almost a year ago. You wished to be friendly, you said. I waited and spent my time in thought, making plans and planning ahead.

One day, when I’m done with it, I’m willing to sell the domain name I’ve acquired, for the right price. With any luck—or whatever you’d call it—perhaps you can outwit the Google historian’s account of our brief history together. Currently the mad strategy is an amusement for me. It doesn’t take much to push “publish” on what constitutes a years worth of thought. It amuses me that it doesn’t have to make much sense, it’s riddles for others to follow when searching or researching your name.

I have to say, I do feel a tinge of regret when it comes to the damage to [redacted, VP of Stuff at Telcentris] I know that he truly (believed he) loved me, and emotional damage he endured before he entered the scene dictated much of his irrational actions. However, one night he took what wasn’t his and in a less than gentlemanly manner. Confronted with his actions he acted as a coward, denying the deed. What an uncomfortable position to be in before my boss—being held to whether or not I should report it as rape or willing—I get the feeling you knew then as I know, that however it is that I ended up beyond consent that night, by it’s very definition “it” didn’t need defined.

Your lawyer informed me, as I already knew, that in California the statue of limitations has already passed for me to make an EEOC claim. I wonder how it is you’re still confused. I’m not after your money—money can’t buy you comfort. If you ever question why it is that I have seemingly endless energy to put towards my intent, recall that day where you forced me against the wall with your words, and I tried to walk. Remember that—once—I tried to protect you.

You wouldn’t let me walk away; I imagine you regret that decision now.

Oh, and I bet you regret not giving me something to sign when I asked for it. Again, I was looking out for you and the company’s best interests above that of my own.

Silly girl.

Money can’t buy me love. It is the root of all sorts of injurious things. Yes, perhaps it can quell my wrath, but you weren’t willing to even willing to offer what is legally mine, and expected for me to sign away my right to free speech for the pittance?

It’s not in what I have to gain; it’s in everything you lose.

I don’t know if you read the Bible, but at least you might recognize the lyric “let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late“…

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Documentation, Ethics

Bryan Hertz & Robert Hertz, Bad Business

The Hertz family, founders of Telcentris, Inc. and Voxox in Business, apparently had a run in with the law before I decided to stick it to them with help from the California Division of Labor Standards Enforcement. Continue reading

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Telcentris Executives Buy New Cars as Employees Salaries Cut, Paid in Stock & Dreams

Related: State of California Division of Labor Standards Enforcement Wage Adjudication Claim of Angela Baxley vs. Telcentris.

Bryan Hertz, vbprofiles.com

Bryan Hertz, Venture Profiles

Reports from my former co-workers of Telcentris (whose identities are protected thanks to the fact that I was friends with EVERYONE except Mariana and Jim) are that the companies executives, Bryan Hertz and Kevin Hertz continue to flaunt new cars, and vacations to Costa Rica while they themselves suffer from salaries being cut, and/or accepting “deals” to keep their jobs and being paid in stock or “dreams”.

I cannot confirm that this is fact, I am only relaying what was told to me by two former co-workers who are gravely concerned with their wellbeing, and the way that the company’s executives flagrantly disregard the common decency and the law.

I’ve asked my former co-workers to reach out the Division of Labor Standards Enforcement and file complaints. There is only one way to ensure that justice is seen, and that’s by ensuring the law handles injustice. However, the law is slow, and thus I started my social campaign after learning I wasn’t the only former employee to be suffering injustice at the hands of Bryan Hertz, Kevin Hertz and Bob Hertz. Continue reading

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Judge Robert Baxley, 76; a lifeguard who also loved the law

Judge Baxley, the Lifeguard

Judge Baxley, the Lifeguard (see “BAX” bracelet on book cover)

Link: Judge Robert Baxley, 76; a lifeguard who also loved the law | The San Diego Union-Tribune

I’m heart sick. Why can’t I meet anyone before they die? Wouldn’t it have been great to hang out with “Bax”? Maybe he could have taught me to surf.

Judge Robert C. Baxley was as a doer and a dreamer. He poured as much energy into a vigorous recreational agenda as he did into the legal profession he loved.

“He was a total Renaissance guy,” said Superior Court Judge Frederic Link, a friend and longtime colleague. “His friends ranged from surf bums to Nobel Prize winners.”

Judge Baxley, who retired from the San Diego Superior Court bench in 1998 after suffering a stroke, died Monday at his home in Point Loma. He was 76. He had been suffering from respiratory complications, his family said.

Appointed to the Superior Court bench by then-Gov. Pete Wilson in 1992, he “loved being a judge and was heartbroken when he had to leave,” Link said.

After retiring, Judge Baxley wrote the second of two books, “A Miscellaneous Lawyer,” and traveled the world.

“A lot of us say we want to do things and never do,” Link said. “Bob would do it.”

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