Even if you’ve been doing well for over a year, lead supervisors will undermine your work mindset and aspirations, leading to a complete psychotic breakdown.
If you read my last piece about Fighting Irish and police violence, you should be aware that both incidents occurred days apart. I had a VERY BAD November in 2024.
I resigned from my employment as a maintenance technician at Northwestern University owing to the relentless pressure and targeted write-ups that I received. When men are in positions of authority, they stay there. My first write was meant to be my last for a long time, but within months, for an incident on campus with my supervisor, who backed me, I was written up again.
I truly loved my time at Northwestern University, and while the entire Evanston community may be snobbish and prejudiced, it is still a reasonably nice place to be. Northwestern was nice to me, and I was good to them. I worked my tail off for nearly a year and bought a new Jeep. I was going to start saving for an apartment. However, life’s hurdles always appear at the same time.
I resigned from my position after a resident assistant student wrote a lengthy letter to someone about being on campus early and hearing a loud noise emanating from the other dorms. My supervisor and I had been entrusted with leveling the loft type beds with a sledge hammer, which created a tremendous noise. After informing the student that my name was JAI and without displaying my ID, he demonstrated his authority and proved who is more recognized in the community.
They waited a while before summoning me into the offices with the senior managers, which seemed like my funeral. My mind just blanked out and gave up; I felt misunderstood, misguided, and underappreciated for all of the measures I made to get my life back on track. All to end with a write-up because I wouldn’t show a spoilt little wealthy brat my ID.
I was the homeless worker; everyone on campus knew who I was. Not to mention that I was sleeping in my car, so when I went somewhere, people would say, “Oh, that’s the overnight lady.” I knew in my heart that he didn’t want my I.D to show what my name was, because he already knew that, but to show who’s boss, and even screamed and yelled at my supervisor like he was nothing.
After that, I drank till I passed out. Usually waking up in the backseat of my truck, not starting it or driving until the next day. I eventually began coming to the Horseshoe Casino after years of not being a customer. I spent days and hours in the casino, draining my account by almost $3,000 in total. On beer, eating, and betting.
On November 13th, I was wrongfully charged AGAIN by Horschoe Casino Hammond Indiana.
I waited in line to acquire some tasty chilly with nacho cheese. The chilly was hot, a tad bit wasted on my left wrist and set the lid on the counter. I walked away, unaware that the staff at H Bar were about to turn my life upside down again.
Some old woman sated to me and said, “They just called the “guys” on you, you better get out of here, I’ve been watching you gamble and be cool all night, and you ain’t done nothing.” Just flee before they catch you.
As I was perplexed and trying to figure out what was going on, a supervisor approached me and ordered me not to return for 14 hours. I immediately began going slowly towards the door, troll-ing her with rhetorical queries such, “Can’t I use the restroom?” Can’t I get anything to drink? Can’t I finish my chili? Now, keep in mind that I am quite inebriated; I believe I had a 12-pack before heading to the casino, and after six beers inside the casino, I was out.
So my movement was sluggish, and I wasn’t coherent, but I wasn’t upset or confrontational with any casino management, or law enforcement.
The original call stated that I threw chili at the h bar staff, which prompted the police to arrive. The first thing the cops did when they approached me was take the chili from my hand. (Mind you, they were called because the worker lied and stated I threw the chilly at her).
The next thing you know, the ideal little racist cops are in the casino. I just recall saying one thing, placing my hands behind my back (without resisting), and collapsing again, this time choking on acid reflux fluids that had come up because I was stressed. Next thing you know, I’m being pulled to the rear, screaming and yelling, moving my legs (but not kicking them) and choking again. I recall being face down and spitting up the food that had been trapped in my throat; there was a fire department worker there; I did not spit on or at him, but he falsely accused me of this and violence on the peace officer.
I was sent to the ER Saint Catherine’s Hospital, were they performed medical malpractice by lying and saying I was transgender. I was born a woman for Christ sakes, and do not identify as transgender, I’m just a big ass Dyke! They released me and gave me a number to call, I called the Hammond police department, left a message about any court dates, and was never notified of any charges. Until I retrieved my mail on February 21st, 2025. To find out Lake county Indiana issued a warrant, on January 27th 2025. The police all over the world are crooked, and can make up probable cause, and write anything in the affidavits
This continuous Malicious Prosecution is causing me to have real life mental breakdown(s).
Four days before that, I was detained by Notre Dame University Police on the identical accusations I face at the Horseshoe Casino. You cannot argue that I was not targeted or that they did not purposely provoke me when I was inebriated and unable to communicate clearly in order to get an arrest.
Fast forward to my arrest on November 25th, 2024.
If you’re keeping track, I was arrested on November 9, 13, and 25, 2024. All the warrants ever issued in my life: 07/15/2022, 11/25/2024, and 01/27/2025
While flying in Dupage County at 2 a.m., I made the error of running a red light and was signaled to pull over, there is no traffic or anyone nearby at this hour. I was heading to Indiana for my court appearance. And the day before, I drank two beers, one fireball shot from a 6-pack, ate steak, shrimp, asparagus, and baked potatoes from Jewel.
I was not inebriated when I went to sleep that night at 8 p.m.; I was sober before falling asleep. When I was pulled over, I knew the cops were targeting me in every state. I was convinced that I had done nothing wrong and would be released.
This was the first time I had not trash-talked the cops while being questioned or arrested. The officers administered a field sobriety test; I removed my shoes, the ground was damp and freezing, it was 2 a.m., and I was somewhat off balance. After not reaching his requirements, he requested me to take a breathalyzer, and I blew a 0.08
Now, I did just clean my teeth and use mouthwash, which might be why it was still on my breath. I was arrested and instantly fell into another psychotic condition; I needed to be in Indiana the same day for my case; or else, a warrant would be issued.-I AM THOUSAND SURE, ALL MY RIGHTS HAVE BEEN VIOLATED AT THIS POINT.
After the police confiscated my vehicle and issued me a court date and citations, I said something about getting shot by a cop and running around the store with a plastic knife, hoping the cop would shoot me. They swiftly dragged my ass to the Advocate Health Care behavioral unit.
I was let go from where I had been staying for a week. Given that I had missed my court date, the judge in the case in Notre Dame, Indiana, issued a warrant, which was later rescinded on 12/06/2024. I eventually just gave up and plead guilty to a misdemeanor charge of disorderly conduct since I KNOW their was improbable cause in the first place. But I still assert my innocence…
I will plead insanity in the remaining cases, and go to trial because I’ve had enough of the psychological warfare that law enforcement has created in my life. I was recently wrongfully terminated from Dennys, (article on it later). I can’t play this game anymore, as if the cops were doing their job, because they’re not. They’re overworked, underpaid, and can only target persons like me because we at the front line of poverty..
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