SWALLOWING MY PRIDE/POST EVICTION

This is very hard for me to come to terms with and express myself so out in the open and feeling vulnerable by doing so, but here's my situation.  This May 20th, I was awakened by banging on the door. On answering it I was greeted by 3 sheriff’s deputies, with an eviction notice in hand, accompanied by a rep from the property management Co. and a locksmith.  I was subletting from two people believing everything was on the up and up.  I paid rent (not inexpensive) religiously and on time for my room.  It turned out the principles were not doing the same - so much so as to cause the eviction. They were in Palm Springs and I was there alone. I was told to quickly put things in a bag and to literally “get out,” that they were late in serving the notice, and they had no time. The locks were being changed as I was rushed out the door.  I was made to feel like a criminal when I had nothing to do with the issue.  Property management said I was a nonperson, I had no rights, that I was an illegal presence, and that going back through that door, I would be subject to arrest. The notice posted said there were 15 days for the leasees to pay storage and maintenance fees in order to regain all property left which included everything I owned. 




On repeated pleas for their needed action they promised they were coming back to straighten everything out. They never returned.  It was as if I was the victim of a fire or some kind of natural disaster. I have been completely devastated.  Never entertaining the possibility I would not be able to get back to my things, I hadn’t thought much while being rushed, about what to throw in the suitcase other than a few clothes. On the sidewalk hearing that I could not go back in, I said I needed my wallet. Someone went back in to look for it and couldn’t find it. I was told I would have to straighten that out with the principles. They were the only ones that could make things right. Believing they would return immediately due to the circumstances, I didn't panic at that moment, but they did not do so.  I begged them, making clear the horror of my dilemma, to come back from Palm Springs where they were enjoying a lovely home just left to them in an estate. Their callous indifference to what they had done to me is the sole reason I have lost everything.  I have had to re-create myself, replace all my IDs (drivers license, Social Security, birth certificate,) and other legal documents.  I lost all of my sentimental and personal items that can never be replaced, in addition to all my electronics - TV, desktop PC, Samsung notebook, all of my leather - Doc Marten boots collection, and other gear - my art supplies, and original artwork.  There’s much more of course.  It’s hard rehashing this but I don’t know what else to do!  




I had just lost my job before this happened, and have been job hunting. I've been Couch Surfing and fortunate enough to have some close friends help me with replacing documents, a safe place to receive mail, moral support, food here and there. Food stamps were reduced because they said I no longer have the monthly expense of rent, and that alone makes no sense to me. I've set this account up because I need help with getting my transit passes renewed before the end of the month.  My phone bills have piled into a mountain, and just the other day my service was suspended until I spoke with Verizon about extending it because I was expecting my unemployment to arrive.  I found out that was withheld due to a miscalculation in the tele-filing process. So I have to wait for a letter to arrive with a scheduled phone interview to find out that fate. With the job hunting I need help with keeping my phone and also my transit passes to get to and from interviews.




I guess that's about it.  I'm not wanting to bring everyone down today, but I really need some assistance in bridging this gap.  Thanks for your time and consideration in advance!




Be Well,




Sincerely, 

Jamie Krznar
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