It’s been a very bad two weeks. I’ve been locked out of facebook since July 22, but not all of Monday. I went to bed early Sunday night and woke up a little after midnight so I went down to the pc room to play video games and stayed for two hours. While I was there, my neighbor came down and sent an email or something, she was typing for awhile. A helicopter was flying overhead, unusual for that time of night. I went to bed at a little after 3am, only to wake up and get back downstairs at 11am. I get back on facebook to find I’m locked out.
Unfortunately, the email I use for facebook is long expired (my original msn address) so this code they keep saying they’re sending me is going nowhere. I no longer have a phone, thanks to Cricket ending their poverty program this summer. Right after I got the new phone, I got a new email address, only to be locked out of that some months after, the password no longer working. I really hate feeling like a prisoner in jail. It’s making me bitter and pissy.
But, this happened before, years ago. I was in the computer room with another resident and the then building monitor and I went online for a couple hours, came back the next day to find myself unable to log into facebook. I complained on dkos and the next day, it was fixed. This week, I managed to get to the library to find I have no trouble logging onto fb, with notices that they have blocked someone trying to get into my acct. Yeah, me. For some reason, when I’m in my building, fb isn’t recognizing the signal or whatever and blocking me from my acct. I suspect one of the residents of being behind it, but I can’t figure out how or how to fix it. Naturally, the 3 residents who have sat behind me while I logged in have claimed I’m crazy and they had nothing to do with it.
It’s also weird that our pc’s have claimed we were in Gladstone or Eugene, instead of in Portland. That stopped once the fb thing started.
Every email address I’ve had has only been used for weeks at a time before I’m locked out and the password won’t work.
We still don’t have a manager or resident services coordinator after almost two months. The food pantry hasn’t been opened for almost two months.
The resident who is always stalking me likes to hang out in the tub room next to my apt, never using the water. When I leave my apt, I keep catching her coming out of the tub room with just a soda and her skateboard. It’s creepy. Also creepy is she has begun carrying a black backpack similar to mine she hides in the tv room.
I’ve also noticed someone is adjusting the shoulder straps on my backpack while I’m asleep and I’m not doing it. The pack used to ride low on my back and now rides high on my back.
And, my older sister sent me a friend request last month, which I denied. She refused to let me move in with her when I was homeless, even tho I let her live with me when she needed a place, I don’t see the point in talking to her now. I only wish I had the money to revoke the power of attorney I signed in 1997-98? I no longer have any money or assets, I don’t understand why she keeps dancing around the issue when I brought up revoking it since we don’t need it anymore. I only signed it because I was out of the country in 1998 and needed her to send in my tax return. Usually, when my sisters try to talking to me, bad stuff happens.
I managed to figure out last night to get around the no facebook problem by playing the games on msn store. I can play the games as long as I’m on the PC. The games go away when I walk away and the PC reboots. The stalker kept me company this morning by hanging out on the couch in the tv room, I found her still asleep this morning. So, apparently the problem is as long as I play anonymously, they don’t care.
And, WYFP?
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