Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Total Cop Out -- All the Way Out
The Sergeant called me last week at the office, and after an elaborate game of Telephone Tag, we finally connected. He told me that he had told the judge that the cases I had in my town against Kristie were “inactive” and so the judge would not issue a warrant (or some other silly-assed legalese doubletalk). He said that I will have to go back and petition to have the County issue me a warrant (like THAT’s going to work!). He said my options were:
1. Change my phone number
ABSOLUTELY NOT. I will not change my phone number or my anything else for this silly bitch. It is inconvenient, and it would only slow her down a little bit. If she was able to find my name AND phone number before either one had come out in a new phone directory, AND get past my privacy director, she may be a nutcase, but she’s a resourceful and techno one, and an unlisted number would not stop her. He said, “It’s only a phone number.” I replied that it’s only one phone number now, but how many times I would have to change it (and the frequency thereof) would depend on how many times she goes off her meds.
2. Take the information and the recordings I have to the courthouse, request a PPO, RPO or whatever their term for “restraining order” is. Maybe I’ll get a different judge, one who will listen.
LIKE THIS WILL WORK. As far as I can understand, that will require taking more time off from work, spending money to park, spending money to refile this whole nonsense. He said that he had never spoken to the private investigator about this matter (or anything else). He had the wherewithal to find out more about where she is and what she is doing, but didn’t follow up on it. The judge(s) I have dealt with so far chose not to read my notes or listen to the recordings. I told him I do not have unlimited means, either in time off from work or in money – I explained to him that the logistics of this is tricky at best, since I work two jobs, and I don’t just work two jobs for the joy of it. I don’t have an unlimited supply of money to throw away on people who aren’t going to do anything about this, and I don’t much care to waste what limited resources I have on a revolving door system that is obviously dysfunctional.
He said he didn’t have any other solution to offer unless we have her locked away for the rest of her life in a black hole somewhere, and while that idea is not altogether unappealing, I don’t really see any need for that – I don’t want to hurt her and I don’t even particularly want her arrested – I just want her to leave me the hell alone, and I reminded him that she may have the right to be free and skip her meds if she chooses, but I have the right not to be harassed or annoyed, and part of my tax money is paid out for this right. From the get-go, all I’ve wanted was a restraining order, but for some reason, they said this doesn’t qualify for that. I don’t know what qualifications have to be met, but she needs restraining. I also told him that while she hasn’t called me since 3 March 2007, I don’t feel like sitting around wondering when she is going to go off her meds again and find my phone number again and put a quarter in her mental jukebox to start playing my song one more time. The time between the very first call and the next one was almost two years, but then they started coming in rapid succession, so I wanted to do something about it now. He said they can’t legally forbid her from using telephones or enforce her regularly taking her meds.
He said that if it would do any good, he would call her and tell her to leave me alone before she does get into trouble, but that sometime during the 38 or 39 calls she made to the police department, he had dealt with her before, and it’s like dealing with a child – she doesn’t live in our world. I replied that if that’s the case, I wish she’d stop calling in from her planet. He said she listens for about five minutes, and then doesn’t retain it, and that’s about it – she doesn’t understand things. He said that as long as she isn’t threatening me, there’s nothing they can do about her, and I told him that I didn’t wish to be a victim of the next Cho Seung Hui because nobody takes her seriously enough to do anything and the system just lets her fall through the cracks, because I may be under wherever she lands when she falls through those cracks, and I am not going to wait around in my house until she comes over the wall with an Uzi. (That got his attention, and not just because it was an egregiously run-on sentence.) I told him that if she is so dangerous that she doesn’t understand things when told and not to do something when told and she is living in her own world, she probably is so far out of touch with reality that she needs to be locked up, both for her own safety and the safety of those around her, not to mention that of the little girl of whom she has custody (her daughter). “But she hasn’t done anything to justify it yet.” Why does someone have to DO something before the authorities take action when every possible sign points to her instability and possible danger she poses?
Right in the middle of my conversation with him, I got a bright idea about how Ma Bell can help me out, even if the legal world can’t. I first had to find out if it still exists, and it does, but I told him that if I can still make it happen, I was going to arrange to get Preferred Call Forwarding (which should already be part of my services package – I love bells and whistles stuff on phones and have most of them) and program it so that her phone calls – and only her phone calls – would be forwarded from my house to the local police department. He said I really shouldn’t do that – “I mean, you would be forwarding your CALLS to the POLICE DEPARTMENT.” That’s the whole idea, I said, but ONLY her calls. He hemmed and hawed for a minute and then suddenly said that he could accept that and would accept that course of action if I decided to do that. I asked if his swift reversal of position (from protesting to agreeing) was in any way designed to get me into trouble, or if this was illegal or going to get me in any trouble, and he said no, he would accept that. So I called the phone company, made sure the service still exists, and got them to activate it and teach me the codes to enter to make it happen. Mind you, this will only stop her from calling me on THAT phone line, but then SHE will have to change phones, and having done so, when I get her new number, I’ll forward that one on, also. At the very least, it’ll drive her the rest of the way nuts – awwwwwwwwww! But more to the point, as I told the policeman, it will put the burden of inconvenience and annoyance on Kristy AND the police department, who won’t take any action, and take it off of me. May they live happily ever after together. (The only thing I regret is that I will probably never have a way to find out if she has called again until she changes phone numbers, but knowing her, she will probably go right out and do it the minute her call is thwarted and forwarded.)
Hmmmmm – maybe I should give that candy maker another look. (That’s another story for another day. Stay tuned.)
1. Change my phone number
ABSOLUTELY NOT. I will not change my phone number or my anything else for this silly bitch. It is inconvenient, and it would only slow her down a little bit. If she was able to find my name AND phone number before either one had come out in a new phone directory, AND get past my privacy director, she may be a nutcase, but she’s a resourceful and techno one, and an unlisted number would not stop her. He said, “It’s only a phone number.” I replied that it’s only one phone number now, but how many times I would have to change it (and the frequency thereof) would depend on how many times she goes off her meds.
2. Take the information and the recordings I have to the courthouse, request a PPO, RPO or whatever their term for “restraining order” is. Maybe I’ll get a different judge, one who will listen.
LIKE THIS WILL WORK. As far as I can understand, that will require taking more time off from work, spending money to park, spending money to refile this whole nonsense. He said that he had never spoken to the private investigator about this matter (or anything else). He had the wherewithal to find out more about where she is and what she is doing, but didn’t follow up on it. The judge(s) I have dealt with so far chose not to read my notes or listen to the recordings. I told him I do not have unlimited means, either in time off from work or in money – I explained to him that the logistics of this is tricky at best, since I work two jobs, and I don’t just work two jobs for the joy of it. I don’t have an unlimited supply of money to throw away on people who aren’t going to do anything about this, and I don’t much care to waste what limited resources I have on a revolving door system that is obviously dysfunctional.
He said he didn’t have any other solution to offer unless we have her locked away for the rest of her life in a black hole somewhere, and while that idea is not altogether unappealing, I don’t really see any need for that – I don’t want to hurt her and I don’t even particularly want her arrested – I just want her to leave me the hell alone, and I reminded him that she may have the right to be free and skip her meds if she chooses, but I have the right not to be harassed or annoyed, and part of my tax money is paid out for this right. From the get-go, all I’ve wanted was a restraining order, but for some reason, they said this doesn’t qualify for that. I don’t know what qualifications have to be met, but she needs restraining. I also told him that while she hasn’t called me since 3 March 2007, I don’t feel like sitting around wondering when she is going to go off her meds again and find my phone number again and put a quarter in her mental jukebox to start playing my song one more time. The time between the very first call and the next one was almost two years, but then they started coming in rapid succession, so I wanted to do something about it now. He said they can’t legally forbid her from using telephones or enforce her regularly taking her meds.
He said that if it would do any good, he would call her and tell her to leave me alone before she does get into trouble, but that sometime during the 38 or 39 calls she made to the police department, he had dealt with her before, and it’s like dealing with a child – she doesn’t live in our world. I replied that if that’s the case, I wish she’d stop calling in from her planet. He said she listens for about five minutes, and then doesn’t retain it, and that’s about it – she doesn’t understand things. He said that as long as she isn’t threatening me, there’s nothing they can do about her, and I told him that I didn’t wish to be a victim of the next Cho Seung Hui because nobody takes her seriously enough to do anything and the system just lets her fall through the cracks, because I may be under wherever she lands when she falls through those cracks, and I am not going to wait around in my house until she comes over the wall with an Uzi. (That got his attention, and not just because it was an egregiously run-on sentence.) I told him that if she is so dangerous that she doesn’t understand things when told and not to do something when told and she is living in her own world, she probably is so far out of touch with reality that she needs to be locked up, both for her own safety and the safety of those around her, not to mention that of the little girl of whom she has custody (her daughter). “But she hasn’t done anything to justify it yet.” Why does someone have to DO something before the authorities take action when every possible sign points to her instability and possible danger she poses?
Right in the middle of my conversation with him, I got a bright idea about how Ma Bell can help me out, even if the legal world can’t. I first had to find out if it still exists, and it does, but I told him that if I can still make it happen, I was going to arrange to get Preferred Call Forwarding (which should already be part of my services package – I love bells and whistles stuff on phones and have most of them) and program it so that her phone calls – and only her phone calls – would be forwarded from my house to the local police department. He said I really shouldn’t do that – “I mean, you would be forwarding your CALLS to the POLICE DEPARTMENT.” That’s the whole idea, I said, but ONLY her calls. He hemmed and hawed for a minute and then suddenly said that he could accept that and would accept that course of action if I decided to do that. I asked if his swift reversal of position (from protesting to agreeing) was in any way designed to get me into trouble, or if this was illegal or going to get me in any trouble, and he said no, he would accept that. So I called the phone company, made sure the service still exists, and got them to activate it and teach me the codes to enter to make it happen. Mind you, this will only stop her from calling me on THAT phone line, but then SHE will have to change phones, and having done so, when I get her new number, I’ll forward that one on, also. At the very least, it’ll drive her the rest of the way nuts – awwwwwwwwww! But more to the point, as I told the policeman, it will put the burden of inconvenience and annoyance on Kristy AND the police department, who won’t take any action, and take it off of me. May they live happily ever after together. (The only thing I regret is that I will probably never have a way to find out if she has called again until she changes phone numbers, but knowing her, she will probably go right out and do it the minute her call is thwarted and forwarded.)
Hmmmmm – maybe I should give that candy maker another look. (That’s another story for another day. Stay tuned.)
Labels: Nutty Neighbors
# posted by Anne Arky @ 6:29 PM 
