I made polite efforts to reason with The Top 2 (by email as well as the old-fashioned way with professional letters in envelopes). An enormous amount of effort went into everything I wrote. The night I was fired on that first day I stayed up all night writing like my life depended on it. I was starving when I got the news, but I didn’t eat until well into the next day. Every fiber of my being was on fire, and that was all the sustenance I needed. As supplemental material, I included that email in the section at the end called “A Matter of Record.”
But they ignored my attempts to connect with them on any level. I find it maddening that some people allow for no possibility to move a conversation in the face of new information—and yet see themselves as “civil” at the same time.
After being blown off as if it were a virtue, at some point I fired off an email berating The Fraudulent 5 for what they did, and not long after that I received a ”cease and desist” letter from Bank of America. It was pretty demeaning that after all the years of tireless service at the bank, I was being treated like a criminal—while people who failed to do their jobs went unscathed. I was not going to allow my reputation to be ruined by these people, so I came up with the idea of protesting the bank—in a style not seen before. I had never protested anything in public, so this was uncharted territory for me. I wasn’t comfortable with putting myself out there for all to see, but I had no other choice since I was out of options.
I started off at Gateway Village and got some interest from those walking by, but I was hoping for a bigger impact. I figured I would try planting myself outside the Corporate Center, and mix it up between there and Gateway. I was surprised to find that I had even less of a response out front of the Corporate building. While there is a great deal more traffic there, it is much more fast-paced than Gateway’s campus atmosphere—especially with a Starbucks right next to the primary entrance. For the fast-paced factor and being exposed for so many to see, I don’t think the uptown crowd is as inclined to talk to me—and I totally understand that.
With my newfound hope that amounted to a snowball’s chance in hell of getting attention from anyone of influence, I soldiered on. But as the temperature went up and my finances went down, it really got to me that it had all come to this. Knowing the consequences, eventually I wrote to The Top 2 again, only this time I included just a few of the most important people in my career–with the hope that maybe they might step up for me. It was an exercise in futility no doubt, but more than anything I did it just to make myself feel better. This time they didn’t bother with the legalese, they just went straight to the cops. I find it interesting that throughout this entire saga, the police officer who contacted me by email is the only person who conveyed a hint of compassion. He informed me that no police report had been filed, but obviously I was right on the edge if I didn’t knock it off. And so I did.
My transmission went out the same week I got that email from the officer, so my protesting days were put on hold. Little did I know that I would be ratcheting things up to a whole new level for the next round—and this time they would pay attention!
Note: In an earlier version of this section I made a mistake in the sequence of when I started the protest. A lot has happened since last summer so it got a little blurry when I was cranking this thing out.