Sign Up |  Login

     
 
    My Blog |  Popular Posts |  Top 100 Blogs |  Recent Blogs |  Random Blogs |  Write a Blog |  Manage Categories |  New Members |  Comments  
   View Blog
 
 My 17 year old beaten; Cotinued
Yesterday on November 3, 2009. I proceeded to keep writing Newspapers about the incident that happened to my 17 year old on Oct. 31, 2009 in Wishram, Washington. I finally received a call from the Chief Prosecutor in Goldendale, Washington. He said, it was the first he had heard about the incident. He seemed concerned. At the same time until the paper work was ready, he could do nothing.

In the middle of all of this mess. My jobĀ  was lost. Yes, why? I don't know. I followed all the required procedures. We are to call in 2 hours before the shift starts. My training shift started at 9am the morning of Nov. 1, 2009. I called in the first time at 2:30 a.m. after the police left and the medics left my home.

I spent the next day at the hospital in The Dalles, Oregon. During that time I called 2 more times. My boss was not in the lady that answered said. She was very abrupt with me. As if, I had done something or should have never been born. The evening crew there were continually cruel to me. I did nothing to provoke them to anger. They just didn't like me. I felt unusally uncomfortable.

Again, I checked in to talk to my boss. Still, they told me out front she was not there. Come to find out she was there. Because, of the cruelity shown to me from the managers at that store that were below my boss. I proceeded to gather my training material. Then proceeded to take it in to the store to return. I had not had a return call from my boss at that point. When I walked into the store at 11:00 a.m. Tuesday on Nov. 3, 2009. I saw my boss and she saw me. She did not respond to me as she did before. Her look was that of "you are fired"! She then proceeded to ignore me. So, I layed my paperwork and training material on the counter and walked out.

At that point I knew that she or the crew had somehow made a decision to not keep me on at the store. I can't express how deeply sad I am. Having gone through so much this year and last. And to have been discriminated against {my family as a whole} in Wishram, Washington. Then, to feel the same way walking into the store and then out. Tears wanted to well up. I kept them in. Working hard to be strong and courageous for my family.

This morning I woke up only to pick the phone up. Calling my boss. I proceeded to let her know, that I needed an explanation for the reason I had not received a phone call back? Her reason was not the right answer. She told me I threw my books on the counter and left. She then assumed I had quit. Not so! I told her, I had called, even walked into the store many times asking for her and they told me she was not there. She told me, she had returned at 3pm yesterday. I told her , I called even after that. The person I talked to told me, she was not there.
I said, I need an explanation. She said, Well, you came in and threw your files on the counter. I said, No! And proceeded to hang up.

Biggs, Oregon is right across the bridge from Wishram, Oregon. I can assume all kinds of things. All I know, is I did everything I was suppose to do according the policy of the company. In response, from them, I received nothing. How does a person, a mom, who just had her son beat up, in the hospital and dealing with the legalities of the situation, deal with the loss of her job as well. A job she just got not 2 days earlier? Please tell me where is the justice in this?
Why is this happening to me? I can['t even ask that. It's just the way it is.

My 17 year old is still extremely bruised. His nose is broken, the cuts, bruises, sprains through out his body is still very obvious. He is a Gentle Giant with the tenderness that this world will never understand.

We are still here in this little town of Wishram, Washington. Stuck! With no where else to go.


"Prisoners of War".

Sincerely,

Leah Martinho
    Posted by Boyzlikedeer on 2009-11-04 12:22:49 | Rating: | Views: 22
    Email This to a Friend            Print This Blog Post  

  Bookmark:
Permalink:  
   Blog Comments
  
Thank you Chrissie,

I appreciate your encouragement and for thinking about us. It means so much to me and my family.

Truly,
Leah
Posted by  Boyzlikedeer  on 2009-11-04 13:35:41 
Would you like to comment?

    (Maximum characters: 5000)
    You have characters left.
  Blog Information
 

Boyzlikedeer


Latest Posts

 A Broken Family
 My 17 year old beaten;...
 My Son 17 beat down on...
 My 17 year old jumped...

Boyzlikedeer's Links

 No links found

Blog Categories

 Nothing found

Blog Archive

 November 2009 (4)

Comment Archives

 November 2009 (4)

Page load time: 0.43834114074707 ms