I was afraid that I was being verbally abused by my boss

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Can you imagine someone who was use to hearing only an occasional sound of a passing car finding herself in the midst of a busy city like Elizabeth NJ. Moreover, could you imagine the panic of one who spent most of her life in quiet uneventful places, being dropped off in a busy Starbucks center to wait? These were some of the situatios I found myself in when I agreed to move at the request of my former boss, former owner of First Priority Pay. I could never have imagined leaving my quiet little city to a more vibrant, noisy, populated city; yet when my boss said moving would show I really was dedicated to "the company"; I put aside my fears and drove up to NJ. The drive up, itself, should have been enough to warn me that NJ was not the place for me. I was pulled over three times by different officers of the law for driving too slow in the slow lane. One police office reminded me, as if I didn't know, that I was not in West Viriginia any more and I had better hurry up. Things that I thought would be so wonderful were all dillusions. Moving up to NJ meant I would have to live on less and in a smaller place. Half my pay went to the room I stayed in and the other half to expenses. There was nothing left for extra little things. Promises made to me, in order to encourage me to move up, were just that: promises. Had I known that these promise would never come to be, I would never have left my quiet town for such nonsense in NJ. I never stepped foot inside the office I moved closer to. More work was piled on to me and things I never could imagine would happen, happened. Why did I let things happen ? Why allow someone to frighten and threaten and overstep their position? At first, I was hoping such ways would stop; that the person dishing out the cruel and ridiculous requests would have a change of heart. After all, I had once desired to be a nun I felt called to help others draw closer to God. I thought, perhaps, with my bearing things the evil person would change and become kinder. That never happened. My quiet suffering and putting up with things became fuel for my supervisor's twisted mind. He not only gave me work assignments but decided that my personal life needed to be controlled. I could do nothing unless he gave permission. While I dealt with his foolishness and sadistic ways, I had to deal with trying to budget with my little bit of money. Moreover I inherited, one by one, a colony of cats that this crazy person said I had to keep or "I would be out". Imagine how much cat food and cat sand one would have to have to keep a one room studio clean and neat and cats fed. You would have to know me, how shy and timid I am, to know why his threats scared me and convinced me that I better just do what he wants. I kept hoping that these things would stop but they did not. While all the world was praising this guy as some business guru, I was the one working overtime to build up his mansion and win him his crown. What eventually got me out of this was the moving from one place to another tha started happening. My boss told me I would have to move so I could help the company more and he would send someone to help me ove. This fellow had a driver that ran his errands. and he decided to start telling me I was going to move to a very nice place. He started having me go down to move in August and didn't actually move me to this "luxury hotel" till October. Day after day I would be told move my stuff down to the lobby, so and so is picking you up. I would move down and wait for hours and no one would show up. He would text me on my cell, this supervisor/boss and tell me send him pics of the lobby showing I was waiting. Every time he told me to go down I went down, only to find no one ever would come. When finally someone come, I expected I was going to some place nice; but not . I was dropped at a hotel. I was so upset, I was crying and said I wanted to leave. I was told it was a temporary stay. My boss told me the place I was going to was just painted. Not! I stayed there at the hotel just one day. I was still carrying around the bosses cats. Cats weren't allowed. I was told I had to leave. So his driver come and dropped me at a Starbuck's. He, the driver told me he would be back in a couple hours. Two hours was not the length of time I waited! He dropped me at noon and picked me up at 8:30pm and took me to the next place. This happened several times till he ended up dropping me at another extended stay hotel. He told me the luxury hotel just wasnt ready, my boss and I would just have to stay where I was or he would drop me at a bus station without any money. I was so confused and hurt that I stayed where I was dropped. While all this was going on, I was suppose to bring in a certaing amount of clients to the company. I dreaded having left WV for NJ; yet I had no money ..I never had any money when I lived in NJ. I had to present to the world a smiling face when I talked to customers but was crying inside. I was afraid to tell anyone since I believed no one would believe me. . No one would believe that the popular businessman had some bad ways about him. While I was experiencing my let down, he was in his glory: my boss. He was considered the man to have around. Yet, I prayed he never come around. I was ashamed to tell others what was happening because so many had warned me not to leave where I was. I was too proud to admit that I was wrong for trusting the smooth talking NJ businessman. While in my last Extended Stay Hotel, my boss told me that I was finally going to go to a luxury prepaid furnished apartment called the Lexington Apts. He said I would not have to worry about nothing. That the place would be stocked with food, linens etc. He said I wouldnt have any more rent to pay ( which was something he promised me when I left WV) He told me leave the cats and that his driver would come pick me up. I told my boss I didn't believe it. Yet down I was waitng for his driver who for several days had me repeating the whole scenario of bringing my belongings down to the lobby only to find no one come to get me. When he finally got me I arrived at my final nightmare. The place they put me in was bare. No sheets, no pillow, no blanket, no utensila, no pots or pans. No food, nothing. Lucky me I had some packets of oatmeal and i had a pen so I took the insides of the pen out and use the tubing to drink my oatmeal! I was dropped at the "luxury hotel" right on the weekend. it was a luxury hotel but my room was no luxury . I emailed the boss to complain and he told me that I could not have everything at once. I never did get anything! I was not even given a key . When I needed something his driver would come with the key. On a rare occasion the driver would not take the key back with him but would quickly come back for it in the morning . In that last place you needed two keys. One for your apartment door and one for the entry door that had a beam . The boss kept both and would send someone with a key if I needed to get out for food. I was a prisoner there because I could not leave my room, not in my mind, as I had a laptop there with all the personal information of clients of that company. Since I could not lock the door, I had to stay put. I could not go out of a walk as I had no way to get back in. I had to say work during the day and do his blogs at night . Thing I haven't said from March to October 2009 , not only did I do regular enrollments for the company but I also had to bloga at night. I had a number of blogs to do every night or "i was out'" and if I said I wanted not to do them I was threatened that something evil was going to happen or "that I should sleep with one eye open" . Other crazy stuff, my boss wanted me to do certain daily things at times he specified. Like, he told me I was to take a bath twice a day and that to prove that I as obeying him.. doing what he said, he told me to send picures of the bath before I would go in. He told me to put bubbles in the bath and he wanted pics sent by phone of the bubbles in the bath. I thought he was totatlly crazy but I did not see evil in pictures of bubbles. He also started telling me to drink wine at night. I am not suppose to have alcohol . He would tell me to send pictures of me drinking every glass of wine! This all was going on while he dressed with perfectly prssed clothes and drove around in Porsches and he was praised as one of the top 40. I said nothing, I thought no one would believe me. Whenever there were problems with clients .. they would call me as I enrolled them; he would tell me to smooth things out and tell them things would be handled by the tax department or that the specialist who handled their account would follow up with them. When there were complaints on the RipOffReport, he would tell me go and write exactly what I say there. He would even tell me to put a certain company's name down as being responsible with certain problems. No one ever knew how much was being piled on me. Finally one day, while I was at 619 Adams St; two police officers came and told me that someone tipped them off that they were concerned about my well-being and though I was being kept where i was. I don't know what made me finally talk but I broke down and started crying and explained how I was promised so much only to end up in a cold apt room with absolutely nothing. They told me they wanted me to leave and that I was to go with the to the Police Dept . They were very kind and then asked me to talk with other officers of the law. I told my story but as things go in life; the fellow walks around without any charges. He had always told me that no one would ever believe me and that he had powers. ***(the rest of this story is found here as I cannot fit it all on space permitted:)**** http://www.sidetick.com/blog.php?user=41773&blogentry_id=70998