Developments

Well, it seems that none of my e-mails sent from my e-mail or through the electricity company’s website are getting through. Yesterday, I decided to text (back to a number that they had texted me from after I called) and got a bunch of nonsense messages back that stopped when I wrote that the cop sitting next to me found it all very interesting. (He’s taken it all with him. This is going to be expensive. Extensive.)

After that, the phone got pretty hot, I noticed. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha.

So my calls, too, were going to, well, god knows who.. but definitely not the energy company, apparently. What else is new? This has been my life for over a decade now. Like this.

Two people in my building this morning by the sound of it. Everything quiet, nothing special.

OKAY, I am at the public library and I cannot check my energy options. I get “errors”, first with Ovo/BOOST – where I used to be and where someone erroneously moved me away from and then again from the next supplier. And now also on the Which site.

This sort of thing has been happening ever since I moved to Portsmouth. Database errors cascading into other databases, my address suddenly no longer existing etc etc. This sort of digital interference has essentially cost me my entire life, goddammit.

Okay, so I guess I am really dealing with two malignant narcissists one of which is a hacker.

(Or do you still maintain that this is really all part of the culture of Portsmouth, Messrs Vernon-Jackson and Pitt?)

I take cold showers now. In the summer, you can do that. In mid-winter, that is a bit hard on this “senile old cow” as my e-mail kept reminding me for a while recently. And because all you can do is sit wrapped in blankets in the dark, illnesses – such as pneumonia? – can start kicking in and taking over if that sort of situation lasts too long. And I know all about that now.

So, yeah, it looks like this time, a certain someone has wiped my address in the national energy supply database or whatever?

Oh, and someone also may have reported my business as being involved in money laundering or something like that… Have contacted the bank a few times about that. No reply to an e-mail I sent. Bogus reply – along the lines of what I got from the energy company – from “Angela Lamb” to message I sent via the bank’s website.

Did I mention, ha ha, that earlier this year, I got a message that seemed to suggest that a malignant narcissist was going to destroy me, and that I got three strange messages (“for you” – implicating a very specific person -and “I would go to the police” and “he knows too much”).

Well, at the time, I decided that sure, with the skills this hacker has, he might be able to convince the local police that I am a major drug dealer. I shrug. It’s important in life to know one’s limitations. I am no match for this guy. Am not gonna waste my energy trying to prove different.

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  1. Oh, and someone also may have reported my business as being involved in money laundering or something like that… Bank keeps reminding me of something that I have already dealt with (and that looks weird). Have contacted the bank a few times about that. No reply to an e-mail I sent. Bogus reply – along the lines of what I got from the energy company – from “Angela Lamb” to message I sent via the bank’s website.

    Did I mention, ha ha, that earlier this year, I got a message that seemed to suggest that a malignant narcissist was going to destroy me, and that I got three strange messages (“for you” – implicating a very specific person -and “I would go to the police” and “he knows too much”).

    Well, at the time, I decided that sure, with the skills this hacker has, he might be able to convince the local police that I am a major drug dealer from Colombia or whatever, but you know what? That would be the police’s problem, then, and one that I could not solve in a million years. So I shrugged. In life, you have to know your limits. I know mine. I am no match for such devious minds.

    One day, I will write a novel or two on the basis of my experiences in Portsmouth, ha ha, and then I’ll catch up in loss of life and loss of income and loss of joy, big time.

    Now I get “tunnel connection failed” for MY OWN website.

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  2. I was not able to add that to the original post so I added it as a comment. I am pleased to see that that worked.

    The above post also contains one more reason why I can no longer do much of anything, such as apply for jobs (but, hey, do I really want to have to wonder if someone added urine to my coffee all the time, ha ha) or explore renting a different flat or something similarly outrageous.

    Sadistic abuse is far from hilarious.

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