I just found a sticker on my electric kettle. On the back.

(See photo at bottom of post. Where does it come from? Does anyone recognize it?)

That sticker wasn’t added by me. It certainly wasn’t on the kettle the last time I cleaned it.

I usually pick it up, this kettle, use it and place it back without turning it around and seeing its back. They counted on that.

It just so happens that I had just descaled it. They couldn’t know that.

They couldn’t know either that I don’t always leave it on the kitchen counter. The fact that I took it with me made me discover the sticker. (Do I totally clean my kettle weekly? No, I don’t. Does anyone?) I can’t tell when it was added, but I assume that it was done on 14 August because I had a meeting at the municipality then, in the afternoon.

Whoever did this may have assumed or tried to suggest that I purchased it at Noppes? (Local thrift store.)

Ha.

I didn’t.

Or whoever did it was trying… what exactly?

During that meeting on Wednesday, people made promises that they refused to put down in writing. That raised so many red flags, certainly in combination with observations I had made before, that I knew that they were out for revenge or perhaps disempowerment.

These are the same (groups of) people who have been suggesting that I have dementia or am a paranoid schizophrenic or am severely autistic and prone to sensory overload meltdowns or whatever.

The people who refused to put anything in writing are the same people who have said so many other nice accommodating things before that they did not put down in writing and that never materialized in real life. So it’s obviously a deliberate tactic. Company policy so to speak.

But why?

Was it really the negative two-star Google review (which I decided to remove on 29 August, btw) that suddenly got mentioned, when they got frustrated that I didn’t want to sign up for more misery?

Really?

Was that why they stopped communicating with me in November?

(A veritable “hetze” – a malicious smear campaign – seems to have been started against me at around the same time, too.)

Maybe.

Because she also let it slip that she would like to see me suffer… Not that this is how she put it literally, but it came close enough.

Or… was it to discredit me?

(And why was another nasty suggestion made, about someone else, someone who has nothing to do with any of this?)

What the hell is going on here?

Thing is, I cannot rule out that they may be committing large-scale fraud, so I really need to ask.

Can I prove that? No, and I didn’t say that and neither did I say that this really is what is going on.

But I had been asking questions, really simple questions – and couldn’t get any answers. Why not? It struck me as really weird, but maybe that’s just me. Maybe it’s due to cultural differences, I thought. Who knows.

However, internet search results agreed with me and a judge I mentioned it to also found it quite strange.

A solution proposed to me to resolve this didn’t produce results either. How bizarre…

It made me think. I know that my situation, the one that I was asking questions about, applies to at least 20% of the people on this floor. If I assume that it concerns 10% of their customers overall, and involves the same amount, then it would add up to about 8 million euros per year.

Is that what is going on here?

Or is this really all just about a Google review? Such things do happen. Ask David and Ina Steiner.

I don’t know.

Are they worried that people (particularly perhaps those who they perceive as “autistic”) will make a fuss about invoices that don’t add up?

Do I have another indication for fraud?

Yes, as a matter of fact. I have. It’s just another thing that does not add up.

In fact, I even have one more indication. One other thing that simply does not add up one way or another either.

Could it be all mere coincidences in combination with lack of professionalism? Sure… I think… I guess…

What else happened, you ask?

My power went off. On a Saturday. Just a few days after that above-mentioned meeting.

I had just discovered that the power had gone off when people knocked on my door. I thought that it was more of the same bs and just shrugged. (Besides, I can’t always tell when people are knocking on my door or the door next to mine. This building was not really constructed for the comfort of the residents. Its construction is hospital-like.)

People apparently needed to check my apartment? There was nothing wrong with my apartment.

The word “mevrouw” is used for females. I heard them call it. How did they know that I’m a female?

Also, I also specifically heard them mention my kettle to a neighbor…

Why I didn’t bother, you ask?

My power’s gone off before. On a weekday. Nobody bothered communicating about it then. Why suddenly bother on a Saturday?

A neighbor’s power has gone off too, also on a weekday. Nobody knocked on her door then either.

Anyway, the power came back on almost instantly after whoever was at my door left again.

The first thing I did next was order some solar panels, of course.

(There also was a great deal of digital abuse for a week after that meeting at the municipality’s offices. That actually might really be a coincidence.)

Anyway, here is the sticker.

Does anyone recognize this?

For the record, I don’t think it was the first time people have gone into my apartment here while I was out. I think it was already happening at least half a year ago, too. (I can take a look at my notes to find out when I first started getting concerned that this was happening, but I am not going to bother.)

I don’t want to have to wonder about such things. Any of it.

I’ve also been asked repeatedly who I associate with. Have they gotten it into their heads that I am running a drug operation or am smuggling diamonds, or what?

Would anyone really want to stay put in such circumstances? So why are people surprised that I don’t want to stay here either? (Then consider that I have many more reasons for why I won’t and shouldn’t.)

(Moeten wij “oudjes” gewoon braaf onze bek houden? Nee, toch zeker?)

Anyway, in addition, the Netherlands has undergone a big shift to the right and many things have turned quite creepy here while I was gone. There don’t appear to be any pluses for me here and the ageism here is pretty bad too. It’d different, sure. But it’s bad. And pretty shocking. And quite open. People seem to have zero embarrassment about dismissing people over 45 like total trash just because they are over 45.

Some time ago, I sat in job interviews in which two women suggested that they would introduce themselves first and then did so, each ending with “And I am 41 years old”. Since when is that part of a professional introduction? I was supposed to follow their example. I didn’t.

It’s okay, though. I wouldn’t want to work with people who have a major problem with someone being past 41. Throughout my life, I have run into all sorts of age barriers, including looking much younger than I was but actually being older than my peers. What can I say? If you’re that hung up on things like that, you’re focusing on the wrong things. I’ll look elsewhere. When one door closes…

The Netherlands currently doesn’t seem to have even one thing to be proud of but lots of things to be embarrassed about, such as the horrific childcare tax credit scandal. Ouch. It makes me cringe. And then “half the country” voted for Wilders, next??! I am really embarrassed. Thankfully, the other half still didn’t.

In case the local clowns wonder what I have been doing here – the local municipality has been wanting to see my collection of stolen diamonds inside my drugs lab den for so long – I have been trying to make enough money for my future but I am also still dealing with the hateful anti-immigrant misogynistic 4chan jerks who started pestering me when I was 47.

I think that they are behind the sticker on the kettle and the attempts to cause a sensory overload meltdown at this penal colony because these despicable 20-year-olds – candy floss fools unhampered by any real life experience – mistook the look of despair, exhaustion, fear and terror on my face for “severe autism”. I’m mostly talking electrics, in case you wonder.

2 September 2024: Also, because I don’t know what the fuck who the hell is doing to me, I got a small solar panel.