oooh kay... after a full friday night, saturday all day and night, and sunday all day and night of emailing various government officials (including my local cop shop, the state police, the attorney general, the FBI branch for dealing with email/internet fraud, my local paper... lets see... my bank of course... and everyone else on earth in AUTHORITY, explaining what a sucker i was and what happened, finally, FINALLY, monday arrives. ive been existing on pure adrenaline and cheerios since around the 12th or the 13th because thats when my instincts, slow as they are; really started beating my brains apart.
i went to the bank today and spoke to the assistant manager. i had occasion to converse with her before, when i was cashing my check from the auto insurance for $2,000+ dollars because the teller said i had to speak to a manager when dealing with a sum that large. even though i only wanted to deposit it. which is a little weird, because THE SAME TELLER cashed those $3400 in fake money orders faster than you can blink and handed me a stack of hundreds; smiling.
i went into the bank about 20 minutes after they opened, and luckily (some lucky stars and glitters got thrown my way, methinks) she wasnt busy and kindly got up and offered me her chair. i explained everything. i omitted nothing. she is one of those rare individuals with the blessed gift of listening without interruption and she asked me which teller completed the transaction and i was able to point her out with relative subtlety. she made a phone call, took my information, and then the interview was pretty much over. she wasnt mad at me; in fact, she seemed to feel badly for me. she said she would do whatever she could, and it might be possible that i could end up keeping SOME of my money, but she didnt want to get my hopes up. and i wont know anything from her for a couple days, but she promised to call as soon as she knows anything.
i was relieved to walk out of there a free woman, let me tell you. i was TERRIFIED i was going to be arrested as part of some insane terrorism act...
my next stop was the local police. they also were very polite and attentive. i stopped at the library before going there because i had assimilated a folder of all of 'donald clarks' emails to me and all of my replies to him, and i also created a notebook file of all the emails i sent to comerica, the FBI, the michigan state police, etc etc, and i wanted to print all those things out to show that i was trying my best to help. i also, through tireless research, found a couple other pseudonyms that 'donald clark' used in the past. i hope i helped somehow. i hope it helps catch him. i have a little voodoo doll set up in my room. i talk to it as though it were him. i poke it and hurt it. i swear im going to get it if it takes the rest of my life.
does that sound silly?
so does catholicism.
thank you all for writing and replying to my last post and wishing me well and warning me not to be so goddamn stupid from now on; believe me, i took it to heart.
my problem is, i always was a very nice person. and i guess i expect other people to be nice too. i really cant understand why someone would just steal all a person has. how could you do that and live with yourself?
you can laugh, but i can feel my skin thickening and getting tougher every day, every month, every year. every horrible, truly life-altering horrible experience ive been through hasnt changed me much up until very recently. up until nick. now things are different. i dont care as much anymore. and instead of crying and being sad, i want to find whoever hurt me and i want to hurt them back. harder. i want to make them wish they were born dead.
i went to the bank today and spoke to the assistant manager. i had occasion to converse with her before, when i was cashing my check from the auto insurance for $2,000+ dollars because the teller said i had to speak to a manager when dealing with a sum that large. even though i only wanted to deposit it. which is a little weird, because THE SAME TELLER cashed those $3400 in fake money orders faster than you can blink and handed me a stack of hundreds; smiling.
i went into the bank about 20 minutes after they opened, and luckily (some lucky stars and glitters got thrown my way, methinks) she wasnt busy and kindly got up and offered me her chair. i explained everything. i omitted nothing. she is one of those rare individuals with the blessed gift of listening without interruption and she asked me which teller completed the transaction and i was able to point her out with relative subtlety. she made a phone call, took my information, and then the interview was pretty much over. she wasnt mad at me; in fact, she seemed to feel badly for me. she said she would do whatever she could, and it might be possible that i could end up keeping SOME of my money, but she didnt want to get my hopes up. and i wont know anything from her for a couple days, but she promised to call as soon as she knows anything.
i was relieved to walk out of there a free woman, let me tell you. i was TERRIFIED i was going to be arrested as part of some insane terrorism act...
my next stop was the local police. they also were very polite and attentive. i stopped at the library before going there because i had assimilated a folder of all of 'donald clarks' emails to me and all of my replies to him, and i also created a notebook file of all the emails i sent to comerica, the FBI, the michigan state police, etc etc, and i wanted to print all those things out to show that i was trying my best to help. i also, through tireless research, found a couple other pseudonyms that 'donald clark' used in the past. i hope i helped somehow. i hope it helps catch him. i have a little voodoo doll set up in my room. i talk to it as though it were him. i poke it and hurt it. i swear im going to get it if it takes the rest of my life.
does that sound silly?
so does catholicism.
thank you all for writing and replying to my last post and wishing me well and warning me not to be so goddamn stupid from now on; believe me, i took it to heart.
my problem is, i always was a very nice person. and i guess i expect other people to be nice too. i really cant understand why someone would just steal all a person has. how could you do that and live with yourself?
you can laugh, but i can feel my skin thickening and getting tougher every day, every month, every year. every horrible, truly life-altering horrible experience ive been through hasnt changed me much up until very recently. up until nick. now things are different. i dont care as much anymore. and instead of crying and being sad, i want to find whoever hurt me and i want to hurt them back. harder. i want to make them wish they were born dead.
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yeah it was a pisser of a weekend.
i think getting all the emails and documentation together and worrying about who i was going to have to talk to was the worst. and i still dont really know the full ramifications. the bank wont know what to do with me for at least a couple days. i could end up with a little of my money, i could end up dead broke and owing them a thousand dollars.
and im not going to think about that anymore. im going to go out there and try to establish myself so im not a 'noob' anymore. i swear some of the posts and shit on the boards reminds me of catty, nasty, inappropriate sorority girls fighting for alpha female.
whatever, dude, i just wish my set would go up already.
know what im sayin?