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Tuesday January 05, 2010

Dear Josephine Sunshine Overaker;

Beautiful picture and fascinating description of you on the FBI’s Features Fugitive list of Domestic Terrorists. I especially appreciated their use of the word arsonist. In addition to their description of your grotesque tattoo on your back, I am going to recommend that they add a few facts:

You wear so much makeup, you need a potato-peeler to remove it;

You wear so much perfume, the neighborhood had to be evacuated every time you visited;

Your constant clinging to a cigarette lighter makes people suspicious without reading the FBI profile; and

Your constant act of faking orgasms nauseates all those around you.

The FBI should recommend that if any member of the general public is walking down the street and breathes grotesque perfume while seeing your masked face and listening to you moan, they should call their local law enforcement office.

Saturday January 16, 2010,

My very special gratitude to

State Officer Mark Farotti

&

State Officer Robert Lanouette

for their help in the events on January 08, 2010.  They prevented an unlawful, sudden eviction by my landlord.

And my very special gratitude to the

First Congregational Church of Deep River, Connecticut.

For all of their help in the events of the past week as I suddenly had to relocate.  Despite the fact that I could legally stay in my former residence, it was unbearable.  In addition to finding me a new place to live which is cheaper and better than the last, they also stored some of my belongings for 24 hours.  During the move, in my exhausted condition, I fell asleep on the couch of the home of the church secretary.  She woke me up to offer me dinner, but I was too emotional to swallow anything.

I am also grateful to

Officer Christopher Cope

&

Officer Cypher

For helping me vacate on Thursday January 14, 2010.

It is a long story.

Sunday January 17, 2010

Dear  Lieutenant General Ken Keen of the U.S. Southern Command;

I understand you are very busy with the Haitian crisis of the recent earthquake.  I would appreciate a few moments of your precious time.

I was in church this morning and heard much talk about a situation concerning two members.  Before the earthquake, Kim and Patrick Bentrott visited Haiti to adopt a boy, Solomon Joseph.  During the legal proceedings, the earthquake struck.  They will not abandon their child, but to leave with him would require a Humanitarian Visa.

The baby was born on November 08, 2008 in a hospital managed by Doctors Without Borders.  It is located in Port-au-Prince.  His birth mother is Sophonie Joseph.  She was unable to provide him with adequate nourishment, she she gave him to the orphanage.

Solomon’s legal care has been through For His Glory Orphanage in this same city of Haiti.  Their United States adoption agency partner is CCAI.  The adoption process has been riddled with legal nuances such as a stipulation requiring both adoptive parents to be at least 35-years-old.  The elder parent will become this age in September of this year.

Please resolve.

Thank you for your attention.

Vivian

Saturday January 30, 2010

Before I begin, a very special thank you to Jasmine Blair and her mother.  I would also like to say thank you very much to the blonde female customer at Denny’s in Wethersfield, Connecticut, as well as this restaurant.  I will explain later.  

I am certain you already know, this past month was a madhouse.

As I have mentioned, in March of 2009, Bank of America officially wrote-off the mortgage debt.  According to their records, they filed a motion for deficiency judgement back then.  According to the court records, they did no such thing.  According to my conversation with them at that time, I should now have in my hands the Schedule C for the IRS tax returns.  I do not.

As you know, in April of 2008, after the ejectment from the house still titled to me, I rented a furnished room.  The landlord’s name is Salvatore Feroleto.  I had a good relationship with him and his parents.  His mother invited me for Christmas dinner.  A few months earlier, when I had car trouble, his father, Dr. Leonard Feroleto, lent me his extra car for two weeks.  My paychecks kept coming until I could pay $400 for a new alternator.

I returned the favors.  In early December, this father needed a dog-sitter.  Sal does not like dogs.  So I stayed at his house for a few days.  I also helped each of them service their computers.  Remembering everything which Eric Kempes of Staples, Mount Kisco, New York taught me, I saved Sal a few hundred dollars.  I also performed computer research for his father.

I also used my sewing skills to repair clothing and blankets.

How many landlords and their tenants have such a relationship?

In mid-November, Cornelia Beth Huntington, known to the FBI as Josephine Sunshine Overraker, appeared as Sal’s lover.  She spent many nights in his bedroom faking orgasms.  They also feigned showers, completely forgetting that towels and floors tend to be wet after such.  They also forgot that visiting lovers typically don’t wear their nightgowns into bed.

I don’t believe there was any sexual activity between them.  The purpose was to drive me into an emotional frenzy.  It didn’t work, of course.  On the contrary, if she has to fake her orgasm, I should be happy he is her problem.

But as you already know, the law firm of Hunt & Leibert is partnered by Saxons and Jews.  They do not know how to do anything else except exploit sexual emotions.

In mid-November, she stayed overnight once.  No problems.  She had a large cigar box full of makeup equipment and creams, as well as a decorated box of talcum powder.  These were in the bathroom.  When I went to take a shower, I pushed these over.

She came back a few days later.  No problems.  However, I found her excessive gifts strange.   A bowl of fresh fruit, dishes from her grandmother’s collection, stockings labeled with each of their names.

In early December, she arrived before Sal.  We had a long, vivacious chat in the kitchen as she presented her gift to Sal.  It was a wrapped toaster oven.

She told me her husband is a lawyer.  I asked for the specialty.  She said he used to be in family practice but now works for a corporation.  She also asked me to not tell anyone about her visits.  Her husband has violent tantrums.

The last three digits of her license plate number are LEB.

She told me the car is in her son’s name.  I know it is her husband’s corporate car.

There was something very familiar about her.  I later researched her on the FBI Most Wanted List of domestic terrorists.  There she was.

She told me she is a vegan.  This is consistent with the FBI profile of her.

She told me she is a neurology nurse.  (I researched her licensure.  No.)  This is also consistent with the FBI profile of her.

On December 25, 2010, Sal and I drove separately to his mother’s.  She arrived after dinner for dessert.  We three returned at different times, in different cars.  She stayed overnight and left in the morning.  Later that day, she returned while he was in the shower.  Her arrival was unannounced.  He invited her in.  She brought a few platters of food.  My food in the refrigerator was pushed to the back with juice spilled all over it.  She stayed overnight.  The next day, they went out.  The cars in the driveway were arranged such that mine was farthest from the road.  Hers was behind mine.  And his would eventually be last.

I went to take a shower and tried to use my washcloth.  I found she had used it to remove her makeup.

They returned home and played the television set very loud until very late.  Then she faked a few orgasms.

The following morning, I had to be at work at 6 am.  It was 5 am.  I was prepared for the usual routine of moving Sal’s car.  However, I noticed she never moved hers.  Sal knew Mondays is typically an early morning for me.

I had two choices.  I could call my supervisor and explain my landlord’s lover cannot be disturbed, or…

I could bang on their door and explain they have to move their cars.  I did.  They awoke.  In her nightgown, she opened the door to ask me to repeat what I said.  It was a hot night with a cold morning.  Or perhaps a cold night with a hot morning?

They slowly moved down the stairs.  As I was about to be late for the first time, I lost my temper.  I did not like her using my washcloth, driving a vehicle for which she is not insured, and, worst of all…

The FBI gossiped that I was having an affair with her husband.

They were yelled at in the parking lot.  Beth/Josephine banged her fists on my vehicle insisting her car was in her son’s, not husband’s name.  She tried to open my door.  It was locked.  They finally let me go to work.  I arrived at 6 am.

Later that day, he complained to his father.  (Sal is ten-years older than I, but cannot sneeze without his father’s permission.)

The father called me and nicely asked for my side of the story.

He was told I banged on their door at 5 am, without reason.

I explained.  He took the position that she should have been parked in the street.  I also explained that as we were speaking, her bra and panties were in the bathroom.  If I had also known, I would have also explained that she cut-up the sweater I wore to the Christmas dinner.

They were ordered to turn down the volume of the television set, as well as on her phony orgasms.

But one more thing had happened…

During one of their overnights, she provided him with wine.  Since he was 12-years-old, Sal battled epilepsy.  While I knew him, he was daily taking Tegritol.  As far as I knew from my training at the pharmacy, this combination was untenable.  His facial expression changed.  Even the neighbors noticed.  I should have mentioned this to his father, but did not. Perhaps I was too shocked?

Moments after the phone conversation, they returned to Sal’s home.  They went into the bathroom and had their phony shower together.  She used a hair dryer to dramatize how active they were.  She took her underwear into his bedroom and had low volume phony orgasms.

In early January, not a day went by during which I was not accused of something.  The most fascinating accusation was that while they were in bed together, I entered and removed her jewelry.  She eventually told the police that she inherited the pieces from Princess Diana.

On January 8^th, his father called me and ordered me to immediately place all of my belongings in my car and leave.  Sal called me and explained that he was coming for next week’s rent of $150.  I called the police and asked to be escorted off of the property.  State Officer Mark Farotti and State Officer Robert Lanouette and a dog, arrived.  To my surprise, they took the legal position that the eviction was illegal.  Even though there never was a lease, it was still my premises.  He had to go through the justice system.

When the two cars arrived, one officer directed Sal outside to talk to him, while the other stayed inside with me.  The dog was in the car.  A few minutes later, the outside officer opened the door, leaned in and asked me if it was true that I had stolen jewelry.  I answered that a police report would have been made if I did.  I also explained that I did not enter their bedroom and remove her jewels.  On his cell phone, Sal called his father.  The officer was eventually placed on the phone and explained the eviction was illegal.  Then Sal was instructed to transport my belongings from my car into my room.

A few days later, I came home from work and listened to the phone messages.  One was for Sal.  It said, “Sal, it’s Mom.  I’m concerned about what’s going on.  I’d appreciate a call.”  I could hear her sympathetic attitude toward me.

It was on December 30^th that I began to look for another place to live.  I started with the church.  I had been attending the First Congregational Church of Deep River since the beginning of Advent.  On the day I decided to go, I did not know what denomination it was; Presbyterian.  I also decided it did not matter.  I needed companionship.  I began with a potluck dinner on Saturday night.  I bought a cake, walked in the door, introduced myself, and found myself very welcome.  I had a long talk with the minister.  During such, I noticed the volunteer sheets which included lay-reading.  I offered.  He was over-joyed.  Apparently, people have to be dragged on stage, kicking-and-screaming, which is followed by a resolve to never again repeat the activity.  I loved it.  My first appearance was on December 13^th.  I immediately volunteered again for January 17^th.  I tried again, but can’t be a lay-reader-hog.

For a few days preceeding my last day at Sal’s, I spent much time at the Church.  I was afraid to go home.  I worked with the secretary to find another place to live.  She offered to call me at home, but Sal had Comcast disconnect the phones.  She offered to e-mail me, but my computer was in the car.  She figured something out.  She telephoned the homeowner from the church and made arrangements.  She only charged $100/week.  She explained she has a big dog who does not like anyone.  I assured her this was not a problem.  I love all dogs and they love me back.  We agreed to the move on Friday, January 15^th.

On Thursday, January 14^th I awoke, went down to the kitchen to microwave my breakfast, and smelled something burning.  I noticed Sal asleep on the couch for the first time ever.

“SAL!  SOMETHING IS BURNING!”

I don’t know what he extinguished.  He said he was a candle.  I have smelled many candles in my lifetime, never like that.

I went to work.  On my way home, I stopped by the church to deposit some of my belongings temporarily.  The secretary explained that the bell choir was not going to rehearse in their room that day.  She provided such space.  She tried to phone my new landlady, who was not home.  Then I went to the police station and requested an escort.  Officer Smith is the First Selectman (i.e., mayor). He was there.  He seemed to be expecting me.  Officers Cope and Cypher followed me in two police cars, yet without any dog.

While in my former room, they explained they had to investigate a stolen jewelry complaint.  They needed to search my belongings.  I opened everything in my car and provided a full invitation.  What they found never belonged to Princess Diana, only to me and my mother.

I went to the church secretary’s home.  I spent much time with the future seeing-eye-dog she is training.  I was fascinated by the technique.  She continued to try to reach my new landlady.  Finally, she asked her grown daughter for the cell phone number of the landlady’s grown daughter.  That was answered.  They were visiting Massachusetts and would be home that night when she would be happy to receive me.

As we awaited her call that she was home, I fell asleep on the couch.  It wasn’t easy to stay asleep as the dog kept licking my face.  A blanket covered me, as I was eventually awoken for dinner.  I could not eat.

Finally, my new landlady called.  I awoke and met the secretary’s husband.  I left and found myself very welcome in my new home.  The dog and I loved each other.  The next day, the church secretary helped me take my belongings from the church into my car.  Normally I would never accept such help, but I was very weak.

Everyday the routine began in that I would awake to go to work first.  The dog heard me, awoke her roommate and asked to join me.  I gave him leftovers.  After a few days of this, she demanded of me to leave her home.  On Thursday the 21st, I came home to find my belongings on the driveway.

I was there for one week.  During such time, I was the lay reader for the second time.  During the service, as we shared joys and concerns, I expressed my gratitude to the church secretary.  After which, a very nice person complimented me on my performance and we talked about my concerns for the week.  I eventually realized that he knew we must have met.  I inquired.  He reminded me that he is the church secretary’s husband.

On the 21^st I drove off.  On the highway, I heard the car make unwelcome familiar sounds and saw unwelcome familiar things.  The new alternator was defective.  (It would require a few days and several mechanics to diagnose this as it inactivated intermittantly.)  I sat on the side of the road with a car which would not turn on.  I never had a cell phone.  I tried to flag someone down.  I gave up and returned to my car.  Then Jasmine Blair and her mother stopped and backed-up.  We were both afraid of who was in the other car.  I finally stepped-out.  They invited me into their car.  I sat with their dog.  They called AAA, using their membership.  These representatives called the police.  The tow truck driver started my car.  I went to Motel 6.

The following morning, I went across the street to Denny’s for breakfast.  In 2008, they had a $3.99 delicious breakfast special for which I was a regular.  Brenda, the waitress, recognized me.  I ordered two pancakes and tried to nibble on these.  She demanded to know why I looked terrible.  I broke-down crying and explained.  The blond lady in front of me turned around.  I later learned she had paid for my breakfast explaining the same thing happened to her and that everything will work out.  So I cried more.

Brenda asked co-workers for advise on the illegal eviction.  One advised that I should drive down the street to social services.  I did.  I was given a free bag of food from the food bank.

Thank you to those who donated three bottles of cranberry juice, Triscuits, Graham Crackers, Corn Flakes, chocolate wafers and raisins.  I am still nibbling on it.  I also was given two pairs-of-gloves.  I additionally selected a pumpkin pie unaware of my inability to eat fresh food.  I was also given $100 for two nights at Motel 6.  The lady I worked with was afraid that wasn’t enough.  I explained it was plenty for me to take a breath and move on.

The office is next to the library.  As I waited for the library to open, an FBI agent went into the office building.  As I working on the library computers, I saw him there too, wandering around.  Although I had never seen him at New Haven, Connecticut headquarters, he had the facial expression common to all of them.  He originally tried to hide it with sunglasses.  But it is not just their eyes.

The following morning I ordered a normal breakfast at Denny’s.  I tried to finish, but decided to leave what was in my stomach alone.  I learned that Brenda arranged for a free meal.

The next morning I returned and ordered two sausages, which I ate.  It was not free, nor did I want it to be.  I explained to the waitress that I found a place to live for $100/week, $50 less than what I was paying Sal.  She was delighted.

Saturday February 20, 2010

Court date is on Friday the 26^th.  They believe they are going to loose.

Saturday February 27, 2010

Would someone please have a talk with Karen Jones about the penalties for perjury?!

SMALL CLAIMS COURT MIDDLETOWN STATE OF CONNECTICUT SCC-219909 PROTECH OIL Plaintiff,   -vs- MOTION TO VACATE JUDGMENT VIVIAN LEHMAN Defendant.   1)  I, VIVIAN LEHMAN, am the defendant pro se in the above-captioned action.  I am herewith submitting this motion to vacate the judgment entered on February 26, 2010. 2)  On November 13, 2009, a hearing was held on this matter.  At this, I testified under penalties of perjury that during the months at issue of January thru March of 2008, I was no longer doing business with the captioned plaintiff, but rather Scasco Energy.  In compliance with Magistrate O’Keefe’s instruction, I submitted documentation to verify this.  Copies are hereto attached as Exhibits A and B. 3)  On February 26, 2010, trial was held.  Without notice, my opposing counsel modified his cause of action to state that Scasco Energy and Protech Oil are interchangeable parties to this action as the former is the parent company of the latter pursuant to the fact that it bought such company.  His only witness, Karen Jones, an employee of Scasco, provided testimony in support of this.  My request for documentation of this could not be fulfilled. 4)  As per the attached documents of the Connecticut Secretary of State’s Office (exhibits C and D and E), there is no business connection between Scasco and Protech.  The only “merger” which occurred in Scasco’s business history was with Griffith Energy in the year of 2005—-a non-issue in this action. WHEREFORE, defendant respectfully requests dismissal of the claim against her and award of counterclaim of $500.00.  THE PLAINTIFF HAS NO CAUSE OF ACTION. _______________________________________ February 29, 2010 VIVIAN LEHMAN CERTIFICATE OF SERVICE On this date of February 29, 2010, I enclosed this motion to vacate judgment in a postage-paid envelope and transmitted such via the United States Postal Service to my opposing counsel REVELEY WILLIAM G. & ASSOCIATES LLC Juris No : 423840 P.O. BOX 657 VERNON , CT 06066 _______________________________________ February 29, 2010

Tuesday March 02, 2010

Yesterday I was surfing the Internet with no direction and found something I liked.

As I explained, I volunteered twice to be the lay-reader at my new church:  December 13th and January 17^th.  I tried again, but was not allowed to be a lay-reader-hog.

On December 6, 2009, the church embraced the technology of recording the sermons and hyperlinking these to our website:

www.deepriverchurch.org

It gave me a wonderful opportunity to proofread my work.

On February 21^st, the lay reader was the church secretary, Chris Lindner.  On December 13^th, as we were singing Christmas carols and our pastor was reciting the history behind these, we came across a song of Swedish origin.  Chris is fluent in the language, and soloed, without preparation, this item.  I listened as I sat on stage in a big red chair awaiting my turn to speak.  I wish that performance was recorded.

Thursday March 04, 2010

I recently received some settlement money; $3,500.  It is a long story.  One thing I did with the money is purchase Microsoft Frontpage software through E-Bay for $140.  This is the software which was originally used for this website.  When I vacated the Coventry home two years ago, I grabbed the disc for the $36. printer.  A few months later, when my computer crashed, this software went with it.  I have been using Microsoft Works and Word 2003.  These have been very adequate substitutes, but after 233 pages on the page labeled COMING SOON, I believe the time has come to repair the damage.  I will be working on such this weekend.

Wednesday March 10, 2010

I still do not yet have a court date for the Motion to Open Judgment.

The court investigation will have to include the request for an explanation from Karen Jones.  She runs Scasco for Superior Plus Corporation of Canada.  Her explanation will include the fact that she was just following orders of Mara Addison, a woman she never met but has spent the last 15-years desperately waiting for me to pay for the damage which a billionaire did to my property.

When this occurs, the trap will be complete.

Superior Plus Corp.

NASDAQ, SPB

$13.70

 Friday March 12, 2010

On April 1^st, we will be memorializing the whistle-blowing act of Moses, and commemorating the Constitutional and Biblical issue that the government cannot exploit our labors for personal profit and narcissistic wasteful spending.

I would like to have a rebate every month.

What is your goal?

Saturday March 13, 2010

The Motion to Open Judgment is still pending.

I received the subliminal threat of eviction.

Superior Plus Corp.

(Owner of Scasco, as of deal dated November 6, 2009,

7 days before pre-trial hearing.

Scasco falsely claiming to be owner of plaintiff Protech Oil.)

NASDAQ, SPB

$13.94

TAKE IT DOWN!!!

Monday March 15, 2010 12:15 pm

$13.90

down $0.04

THANK YOU.

MORE PLEASE.

12:50 pm

$13.94

L

Tuesday March 16, 2010

I guess you heard.  My court date was set yesterday for April 20^th.  I believe this is the first time this has come to the attention of Superior Plus Corporation.  Let’s give them a chance to resolve it.  Let’s also give them a chance to take a good look at the woman managing Scasco for them, Karen Jones.  Although I spent two hours with her, I have enough retail experience to know that she is unfit for her position.

We arrived in Court on March 26^th.  It was not Magistrate O’Keefe behind the Bench.  But you already guessed that.  It was Magistrate Harold Levy.  He began the proceedings by reading what other Magistrates routinely recite from memory—a summation of what to expect in Small Claims Court.  Most attendees are not attorneys and need to hear this.

The Court Calendar was read.  The normal procedure would be to begin with the directive for all participants present to be sent out into the hallway to attempt to resolve their issues.  This aspect of the procedure is not just observed by Magistrate O’Keefe, but also by at least one other Magistrate I observed as I prepared for my first court date.  Instead, Magistrate Levy began his first case.

Finally, a female attorney interrupted asking if she could address the Galley of the Court.  She made her request to leave with the defendants.  It was granted.  They eventually returned without a resolution.  The Magistrate gave the defendants what they wanted—a modification of the court order reducing their weekly payments.

My opposing counsel, Karen Jones and I exited as we believed the Magistrate would understand why.  While we tried to resolve this, Karen Jones threatened me.  She threatened to go to the Access Agency (Department of Social Services) and acquire a copy of the $551 payment they made for me on my behalf in the year 2007.

It took me a few weeks to figure-her-out.  This is why I have not discussed it until today.  She thought she would embarrass me.

FIRST QUESTION FOR SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

What kind of an executive chooses to believe that I would give her company $2,000 to save myself some embarrassment?

She and my opposing counsel had a word-processed document providing a history of deliveries and payments.

SECOND QUESTION FOR SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

What kind of an executive cannot use her own computer to formulate a printout of an account history?

The facts recorded in the document were NOT consistent with his Revised Complaint submitted to the Court at the November 13^th hearing.  I no longer had it because my former landlord’s (Salvatore Feroleto’s) girlfriend, Cornelia Beth Huntington, searched my files until she found it and stole it.  But the earlier document stated that two oil deliveries were at issue: $592.77 and $642.95.  His cause of action for trial was that there were three.  The third was for $606.38.

My response to her threat was that the statement from Connecticut’s Access Agency indicates that the payment was made to Scasco Energy, not Protech Oil. The latter is the plaintiff in this action.

For the first time, my opposition made the argument that Scasco purchased Protech. I asked in which name is the license.  She did not know.

THIRD QUESTION FOR SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

What kind of an executive shows up in Court without a copy of the corporate license?

I asked if she had a document verifying the purchase.  She did not.

My opposing counsel tried to make me feel guilty about receiving oil without making payment.  As we stepped-out into the hallway walking back to the courtroom, I asked Karen Jones for a copy of the word-processed document.  She did not have such.  My opposing counsel did. I received such and studied it while preparing for trial.

At trial, I cross-examined Karen Jones.

I forced her to make the observation that between the dates of December 31, 2007 and March 03, 2008, no payment is recorded.  The significance of the former date is that it is the last payment in such record.  It was by Access.  The significance of the latter date is that a delivery, valued at $642.95, was made.

I asked her if it was possible that a delivery could be made after 60-days of non-payment.  She said it was not possible.  However, she explained, because the December 31^st payment was made by Access, it was assumed that more payments would be made by Access.  I asked if these were made.  She said she did not know.

FOURTH QUESTION FOR SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

If Karen Jones did not commit perjury, what kind of an executive allows deliveries if no payments were made for 60-days?

The word-processed document exemplified that my payments were as per a budget-payment-plan.  This estimated my annual total and divided such into 12-equal-installments.  According to the document, I made three, one-month payments, at $157 each.

$157 x 12 = $1884

This is the approximate value of the object of the action.  As I explained to the court, their cause of action is that I fell one year behind before initiative was taken to collect.

FIFTH QUESTION FOR SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

If Karen Jones did not commit perjury, what kind of an executive calculates that a house, which consumes approximately $600/month of oil in winter, annualizes to a total of $1884?

I explained to the Court that my monthly payments were $357 and that I did not make three, rather six in this history.  The totals of the missing money are:

($357 x 3) + ($200 x 3) = $1671

The Magistrate asked me if I had records of these payments.  I explained that my bank’s records only go back 365 days.  My opposing counsel made the argument that I was aware that there was an issue and should have acquired records when he first corresponded with me.  I answered that when I received his first letter, I contacted the American Bar Association and inquired of his licensure.  Upon not finding such, I telephoned his office.  I told the Court, “I know this is hearsay, but his office said he did not have one.”  He did NOT deny this.

In addition to demanding record of licensure, I also demanded record of the alleged purchase of Protech by Scasco.  Magistrate Levy interrupted my efforts insisting that he believed that my opposing counsel is licensed and that the purchase occurred.  By the following morning, judgment was entered in their favor for the exact dollar amount they requested.

I also explained to the Court my reason for using the bank’s electronic-bill-payment system.  A clerk took home my last personal check to this company.  Karen Jones was non-responsive and did not attempt to follow-up on the details after trial.

SIXTH QUESTION TO SUPERIOR PLUS CORPORATION

What kind of an executive demonstrates no interest in office workers who attempt to pocket money?

I know nothing about the inner-workings of Scasco Energy.  However, I have been in retail a long time.  If the company has profitability problems, it is not as a result of customers not paying their bills.  It is a result of clerks stealing money and managers with an indifferent attitude to such.  This is my recommendation to Superior Plus Corporation:

Acquire copies of your Scasco bank records and compare such to the bookkeeping paperwork Karen Jones is routinely required to submit to you.  I assume she has been delivering word-processed documents, rather than computer printouts.  Demand the latter.  My experience leads me to the conclusion that the numbers will not reconcile.  I infer that you are having profitability problems and cannot explain why.

  Try revising her numbers.

I would also like to raise another issue...

I have stated all along that these bills are of Michael and Holly MacPhearson Blouin.  They occupied the house after I vacated.  While it is true that they were not required to make appearances at trial, it is also true that my statements on this website were very damaging to their reputations.  If these were NOT their bills, wouldn’t they have voluntarily made appearances to state such for the record under penalties of perjury?

Sunday March 21, 2010

Dear Groom-To-Be;

Where is my museum?