“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.
- I would like to be paid what is owed to me, according to our state’s calculations (meaning including penalties and interest).
- 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.
- 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.
“Now you’re doing what a good ho dies [sic], grab at the next dick in line.”
Missed the fun yesterday? Don’t worry, you can still check out the “dick parade service station”.
Don’t forget to “Like” them and share ’em! Got your own dick at work who’s yanking at you? Tell me about it… I had to work with this guy, while my boss looked the other way—until he fired me! 🙂 No seriously, feel free to comment or to email me via .
At least I didn’t have to be a booth babe, or put duct tape over my mouth. Now that would have been degrading!
When did he last sexually harass me? Do we count all the text messages, calls, voicemails, and email, or is it just while I was in the office before they fired me? Continue reading
Yes, this is for real.
“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 <firstname.lastname@example.org>
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.
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“…
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
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
Andy Hertzfeld, ‘former Macintosh wizard,’ who designed the Google Project is also a Chumby guy—he gave one to Blythe’s husband.
Wonder if he’d want to play a game on a private network with me?