Bank of America my killer/Protests
Saturday, June 1, 2024
Wednesday, January 31, 2024
2024…BRINGING MEMORIES OF MY PROFESSIONAL LIFE TO COMFORT MY ENDLESS MISERY.
JUNE 2024 POST
STARTING THIS JUNE, I WILL PAUSE THE MONTHLY PUBLICATION OF MY MISERIES, WHICH HAVE BEEN INSEPARABLE FROM MY LIFE... MY BLOGS WILL HAVE A TEMPORARY RECESS.
Since June 2012 my web pages have been an open book where I have expressed the misery and injustice that Bank of America and the man with whom I shared part of my life condemned me to live.
As I have so many chapters overflowing with misery that it does not seem to end, I am going to reserve the next misfortunes that will come for the remainder of the year 2024. This silence will also prevent the veracity of my stories from being used falsely to defame my personal life in court. In 2025 I will continue to share these overwhelming experiences with my followers, if I can't edit them someone will do it for me.
My time in New York has left an unforgettable and painful mark on my mind and body. My feet are leaving a footprint of suffering due to the thorny path that I had to travel and barely allows me to walk. Once my medical condition improves, I will resume my protests to Bank of America. Despite the difficulties I have had in the shelters, I will always be grateful to New York City for allowing me to have a roof over my head.
MAY 2024 POST
IN THIS MONTH OF MAY I HAD STRONG MIXED EMOTIONS THAT MADE THIS BLOG REVEAL SOMETHING OF MY PASSIONS AND PERSONAL CONCEPTS PERHAPS ABSURD…IN MY NEW DWELLING, I'VE FOUND GOOD PEOPLE AS WELL AS NASTY.
On May 12, 2024, Mother's Day, someone from the
shelter gave me a flower with so much feeling that I couldn't refuse it. This
employee touched my heart with an unexpected detail that, due to the misery in
which I live, moved my soul. I don't like gifts of natural flowers, to me, this
is the same gift for those who are born and for those who die, for me it is
covering life and death with the same shroud.
APRIL 2024 POST
I’M NOT LIVING IN THE SAMARITAN VILLAGE SHELTER; I'M DYING THERE, AND NO ONE CARES... A ROOMMATE’S HARASSMENT MADE ME FILE A POLICE REPORT. I MUST RUN AWAY TO AVOID THIS WOMAN WHILE SHE ENJOYS HER SOCIAL LIFE FREELY…. THE SPRAYS THAT ROOMMATES SPREAD AT NIGHT HAVE WORSE MY SHORTNESS OF BREATH AND I HAVE BEEN IN A HOSPITAL BY EMERGENCY.
In December 2023 a new roommate joined the dorm. I tried to avoid her friendship when I noticed she is a boisterous and intrusive person in my life and on other roommates to control the group. Every night she brings the gossip she collects during the day to tell out loud without caring about the people who are sleeping or resting. On February 3, 2024, she walked by my bed and tapped me on the shoulder in a derogatory manner saying: stop being mean.
On March 6, 2024, this woman came up to me saying that the umbrella I had drying on the floor was hers. The previous Saturday was a rainy day and security did not allow wet umbrellas to enter. We had to leave them at the entrance of the building inside a trash can. There was a lot of confusion because some umbrellas were lost. This day she told me that security had told her that a short Hispanic woman had grabbed her umbrella and she assumed it was me. The argument ended in her going to ask the director of the shelter to check the cameras and if it was me, I had to give her the umbrella. I waited for the outcome of the investigation and never heard back. On March 15, 2024, this woman came up to me to kiss my head. This action was offensive to me, but I refrained from complaining to her because she was drunk.
This woman is always aware of my movements, especially in the morning when I go to the cafeteria for breakfast. On April 11, 2024, I sat at one of the tables where there was another resident with whom we have only exchanged greetings. The stalker roommate sat on my left side and watched me from there. Around 7:45 a.m. I left the cafeteria, and she did too. While I was waiting for the elevator, this woman stood behind me. I went back to the cafeteria nervous and told the resident that I was going to wait for a roommate to come out of the basement because I felt persecuted by her. The resident got up from her chair and looked through a glass in the door to see who it was. She was surprised and told me that she knew who she was and that I must be the person she talks about so much because she thinks I stole an umbrella from her. The moment I went back to the cafeteria, the harassing woman did too.
The sprays that some of my roommates spread before bedtime or in the early hours of the morning have caused me a lot of harm. The room has no ventilation, and I get shortness of breath. The inhalation symptoms worsened after the aftermath of COVID-19 in 2020. On January 2, 2024, a roommate sprayed Lysol very close to me and I had a severe reaction. I spent a lot of time in the bathroom trying to breathe and vomited white foam. I reported this incident, but no one from the shelter acted. On April 12, 2024, two roommates I begged not to spray at bedtime, did it in large amounts. They say that the spray kills bacteria and eliminates bad odors. I felt terrible to the point that I had to go by emergency to the hospital.
On April 27, 2024, finally, the request I
made to the Department of Homeless Services on January 31, 2024, to be transferred
to another facility, was granted. Now a new Journey in another shelter
begins. All I want the most is to leave this place for an apartment and be able
to have the privacy and freedom that I lost a long time ago.
MARCH 2024 POST
I DON'T GIVE UP ON JUSTICE! JUSTICE GAVE UP ON ME! MY LAWYER GAVE UP ON ME! EVERYONE WAS LOST IN MY SEARCH FOR JUSTICE! THE BATTLE OVER MY ALIMONY ENDED UP CONFRONTING A GHOST MAN INVISIBLE TO THE COURT, THE JUDGES, AND MY LAWYER. VICTOR GUTIERREZ KILLED THE JUSTICE TO KEEP ME HOMELESS.
SEE THIS MISERABLE STORY WITH EVIDENCE ON MY POST:
…MY UNTOLD PRIVATE LIFE IS PART OF THE TRIO OF MY MISERABLE KILLERS
AN ADVANCE OF MARCH POST
I WOULD RATHER DIE UNDER A BRIDGE AS THE MOST MISERABLE OF INDIGENTS, THAN LIVE AS A LOST GHOST HUMILIATED BY THE WICKEDNESS OF THE PEOPLE OF SAMARITAN VILLAGE SHELTER. 3-23-24
My body, with its medical conditions, is about to give up and collapse on me. I'm exhausted, spending my days on the street, going to a shelter to sleep for a few hours is a killing process that takes my life away. I am trapped in a building ignored by its administrators, who have ignored my request to move to another shelter. I have sent several emails to New York City agencies asking for help and have not received any response.
On March 10, 2024, an ambulance came to pick me up and took me to the hospital. I had severe symptoms of the flu. Since I didn't have any communication with the shelter managers nor did I have a doctor's letter for a pass to stay in the room, the next day I had to take 3 buses to go to my storage so I could recover. I am still sick with severe coughing. The sprays that roommates put in the room to get away the bad odor from other roommates worsen the shortness of breath left by Covid-19 in 2020.
To this day I continue to be ignored, my documents have not been corrected, and no one at the shelter cares about my mental and physical deterioration.
FEBRUARY 2024 POST
IF GOD HASN'T TAKEN MY LIFE YET, I DON'T WANT THE WICKEDNESS OF THE PEOPLE AROUND ME TO HASTEN MY DEATH, I'D RATHER DO IT MYSELF
I have no words to describe so much
misery that I have experienced this month of February. The people who run the SAMARITAN
VILLAGE shelter where I spend my nights destroyed the possibility of
renting an apartment after many efforts to contact brokers. They have
questioned the legitimacy of my documents due to a $28.20 income
increase I had for the year 2024. Since I've been at the
shelter, the Social Worker never checks my documents, and they did so when the
broker realized they needed to be updated. My mental and physical health is
deteriorating more and more every day, and no one cares. My room has 10 occupants,
and we must leave from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm. It is difficult to sleep because of
people's different lifestyles and habits. At 11 p.m. a supervisor comes to sign
for the bed. No matter the bad weather or being sick, we can't stay in the
rooms. On February 17, 2024, I felt sick with the discomfort of the flu, with a
lot of coughing. The social worker asked me if I wanted her to call an
ambulance.
The director always refuses to listen to me, saying that I should talk to her employees first before I talk to her. This situation is frustrating for me because her employers send me to the social worker, and she forgets things or doesn't know or doesn't have time for me. In December 2023, to get a pass to spend Christmas outside the shelter, the social worker would tell me to remember her later and I did so repeatedly for more than two weeks. Other times she would send me to the director and the director would send me back to the social worker. On December 24, another resident informed me that they were giving out Christmas passes.
The shelter is a new building run by inexperienced people with residents over the age of 55. It's like a prison, although it has open doors and an 11 pm curfew. We must record the time of entry and exit and go through security and detector machines. Despite so many rules and warnings, there are fights and the police come frequently. I'm asking for a transfer to another place, but my request has been ignored. Only people who misbehave are sent to another shelter, I'm about to be like one of them.
PLEASE SEE VIDEO PROFESSIONAL LIFE: https://youtu.be/iIGKebThVj8
The year 2024 makes me revive the 44 years since I began my professional life in the United States. This video is a journey of experiences that drown in the misery that Banco de América forced me to live with an unfair dismissal. From 1987 to 2008 I was a dedicated employee and proud to bring the Halloween’s spirit to the bank. My married life was part of my commitment to the bank, my children grew up participating in the events of United Jersey Bank, Fleet Bank, Summit Bank that later merged with BANK OF AMERICA. During the time of my lawsuit against Bank of America for medical discrimination, I tried to rebuild my professional life by working for TD Bank. Bank of America’s lawyers forced me to tell them where I worked, assuring the judge that they would not involve my new job. In a deceitful and dishonest act, they did it and I had to resign from TD bank.
I STARTED THIS 2024 WITH AN
UNJUST BAN AT THE PLACE THAT PROVIDES ME WITH A ROOF OVER MY HEAD, THIS HAS PUT
ME IN A DESPERATE EMOTIONAL STATE... THE GREED AND STINGINESS OF EXTRASPACE’ S
STORAGE FORCED ME TO LOOK FOR ANOTHER PLACE.
MY LIFE IN A SHELTER BECOMES AS MISERABLE AS MYLIFE ON THE STREET.
This ban has been very traumatic for me because the ensure has been essential to me since 2012 when I moved to New York living in rooms where I was not allowed to cook. Not being able to keep the Ensure has a tremendous impact on my daily life, and I'm struggling not to fall into depression when crying overwhelms me. The only place I can store it is in my storage. It takes 3 buses to get there, and it's difficult for me to go every day due to my medical condition.
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ExtraSpace units are not worth
the rental prices. The storage at 2036 Webster Ave, Bronx is unsafe.
The unit has an easy-to-cut mesh roof and people can jump to the next unit to
steal. Last year 5 units were stolen this way. There is no heating, during low
temperatures the cold inside is equal to the cold outside. Above my unit is an
air conditioner that is used as a fan and blows very cold air on me. The only
outlet where customers can charge their phone is locked with a key, as are the
carts.
Sunday, April 2, 2023
... MY UNTOLD PRIVATE LIFE IS PART OF THE TRIO OF MY MISERABLE KILLERS.
Victor M Gutierrez, my ex-husband, broke our settlement of
divorce leaving me totally in the street. In 2020 he used the
pandemic to reduce my alimony illegally, in February 2024 he
stopped payments of my life insurance. I
am currently begging for help in the City of New York. I go to Samaritan
Village Shelter just to sleep for a few hours, then I have no place to go but
the street or my storage. I feel lost and hopeless in this shelter living in a
hostile environment. The administrators doubt the credibility of my alimony by
asking me to enforce the full payments since it is a Court Order. My documents show what I am receiving.
Since 2003 Victor has tried to terminate/reduce my alimony with lies and deception but all his motions have been denied. As follows there is proof of all the attempts made by the court to reinforce payments of my alimony.
On January 20, 2023, I asked the court to increase the percentage deducted from Victor’s Social Security. My motion was granted in part.
On March 22, 2023, I paid $5,000.00 to Ms. Barbara Cowen attorney at law using a credit card and borrowing money to enforce Victor alimony payments and arrears.
On September 5, 2023, Victor presented another motion, and the court denied it. My attorney received a copy, but she could not do anything. Victor never responded to any communication.
On May 26, 2022, attorneys for Victor, Venino and Venino informed the owner of the building where his business JAV American Express Multiservice is located that the business will be transferred to his stepson Jay Galvis.
In 2019, Victor moved to Colombia and
established a business investing in real estate.
On 2017 Victor used a lawyer to lie and deceive the court by saying his wife Ana Galvis utilized 100% of her premarital funds to establish a small business called JAV Latin American Express Multiservice. This is a huge lie, according to Ana’s divorce Ana’s husband left nothing to her.
On March 22, 2013, the court found that Victor is the proprietor of JAV Latin American Express Multiservice, indicating that his tax return of 2011 reveals that his business earns $ 384,283 in gross receipts.
I am the person that Victor has fooled the most. On May 12, 2002, he gave me an emotional
Mother’s Day card. PIC 14 On May
30, 2002, he left the house and moved to an apartment with Ana Galvis.
On the tenancy application he states Ana as a wife and her son as his. Victor married Ana on August 16, 2003, while he was married
to me. Our divorce was on September 18, 2003.
Victor had already put me in a homeless situation in 2012 by terminating my alimony and reporting me as a missing/dead person while he enjoyed traveling with Ana, my former friend.
My married life was part of Victor's professional life. I spent time with his employees to support his management image.
I know that Victor reads my blogs to report to the
Court what I write. There is nothing false in this testimony: the documents
show his miserable actions. His residency in Colombia allows him to ignore any
kind of communication that the court and my lawyer have tried to make to
contact him.
Victor, if you don't like this post and want to take legal action against me, I'll be waiting for you in New Jersey Court. Sincerely, Your homeless ex-wife
MY MARRIED
LIFE... A marriage that ended in adultery with one of my married friends who
betrayed me. Here are the protagonists of this never-ending story. This
testimony is supported by documents that prove everything I say.
On December 12, 2002, Victor stated to the court that the breakup of our marriage was for my bad relationship with his mother. He states that for years we had heated arguments initiated by me involving my relationship with his mother. He said I refused to allow her into our house and send money to her in Colombia. These arguments were increasing and there was no reason to continue living together. This is totally false. I did take care of his mother and lived with her despite the miserable life she gave me.