In the first of three recordings, you will hear an employee state that there are no apparent reasons why the check should not have been issued; in the second recording, you will hear the second employee waffle as to the reasons. Initially, for each reason she provides, I counter; so, in the third recording, after she retreated to her office to conjure more reasons—which included a letter stating the reasons that she claims was mailed to me—she comes back out with only one additional requirement: a copy of the lease.
NOTE | She also claimed that they had mailed a letter regarding the deficiencies in my application for rental assistance; but, like all mail lately, I have not received it. It is likely being stolen at the new residence, just like my mail at the last two residences.That reason sounds reasonable enough, but it doesn't prove anything they don't already know—primary, proof of ownership of the residence. Lee Ayers of Heaven's Gate, my landlord, is well-known by the county welfare office, as nearly all residents of 650 South Fifth Street receive rental assistance from the county, and always have for nearly 15 years or more. Moreover, the landlord provided a taxpayer ID number, which could easily have been used by the welfare office to verify any information they needed.
But, as I suspected—and as the Voices Demons explicitly stated long ago—they and the other demons are not going to allow any substantial kind of aid to reach me; and, by their actions, they have indicated that they will stoop to any level, even at the expense of their own pride and image.
Here's how they did that after I left the welfare office: they sent a San Jose Police Officer and Santa Clara County Sheriff's Deputy towards me. I was standing at the far end of the driveway leading to the agency, and had started to walk back to find out what was keeping my ride in there for so long. I walked between them, actually, and they kept on going.
When I walked into the agency, the guy who works at the front door and passes out tickets said the cops were looking for me.
So, I said, "That's odd; they just walked past me."
"Well, they were looking for you," he said.
"Okay. I'm here now. So, if they're looking for me, they've found me," was my reply.
Shortly afterwards, Long (my ride) finished with his business there, and we walked out into the parking lot towards his car. The same two law enforcement officers approached, but just kept walking.
Anyway, if I'm able to get a copy of a lease agreement from the landlord tonight, I'll return tomorrow to get the check. But, based on my past involvement with demons, any number of things could go wrong between now and then (of course, I'll be sure to blog it, if it does).