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[24 Nov 2003|08:13pm] |
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It's the sad truth about the business that I am in. Some times, there is just nothing to do. I really shouldn't complain though. My latest case had kept me quite busy. Now is the time to relax and meet up with my friends that I have been ignoring and pay more attention to the world around me... such as attending one of Enoch's shows, which are always very interesting.
Talking to Enoch always makes me end up taking out the old violin, which always makes me think of Dad. I do miss him. It would be nice if he would visit. Maybe when Laura and I marry he will come. I should write a song for the wedding reception and play it. That would be good. He would be so proud to see me play in public. Enoch would help me write it.
Something to think about for the future...
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| Sometimes, I hate it when my gut feeling is right |
[13 Nov 2003|10:55pm] |
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Experimentee's Guild case...
I was right on both counts. Khorazco is falsifying medical reports and performing criminal procedures on the Guild, and the Guild is falsifying claims. There is something more to this... something a little shadier. Right now, I can walk away from this, report my findings and let the lawyers and Magistrates sort it out, but that just doesn't sit right with me. If I can find evidence of the leaders of the Experimentee's Guild pushing members to falsify claims, I may be able to isolate the members from the charges against their leaders, thus allowing them to receive restitution on their valid claims. To do this is going to be tricky...
Here is my plan... I am going to speak with one of the experimentee's with an identified fraudulent claim and try to find out if there is any coercion from the leadership to make claims that are invalid. With luck, they will just volunteer the information that they were encouraged... I really don't want to have to intimidate them... they really are the victim.
If there is no active coercion, then the only thing I can do is let the cards fall where they may... it will destroy the guild, more than likely... but if they are in an active group conspiracy to defraud... even if they feel it's justified... there is very little help I can give them.
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| A night to remember... |
[30 Oct 2003|08:19pm] |
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If I didn't know better, I would think Lilike is trying to outdo me. In my slightly intoxicated state that I am recording this, it seems to all make sense...
I leave her and hook up with a younger woman... she finds herself and even younger man.
Laura and I move in together... she goes and decides to get married.
Honestly, I don't understand her... Lilike I mean. She's an absolute control freak. When I first came through the Hole, it was exactly what I needed to get back on my feet. A little bit of structure, but it didn't take too hell of a long time to realize that her kind of structure was not for me. Now she's found a kid to bend to her will. I don't think this fellow is more than 20 years old... Dexter Luna... or Dex amongst his college friends. Part of me wants to warn the kid, but it's like watching a natural disaster... you can't do anything about it, and you can't turn away.
... now that I think about it... it's easy for me to turn away... especially when Laura is waiting in the corner of my vision.
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| Work, work, time to go to work |
[16 Oct 2003|10:24pm] |
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I would be lying if I said I didn't love my job. This new case is starting to become a real something. Lets just summarize a couple of the players involved:
Ergana Jabaikhan - Every now and then you meet a CEO that is a decent person, knows the difference between right and wrong, and comes across as someone who you wouldn't mind having as a friend. If someone ever does meet this CEO, let me know, because I never have. Ergana was about what I expected. A selfish cold hearted bitch that has too much money and devalues the fine mahogany desk that she has simply by resting her hands on it. I want to find falsified records, just to I can have even more reasons to hate her.
Shraddha Shah - one of the managers of the PEG. She's been hurt, and she's angry and frustrated. Understandably so. I like dealing with people like her. They are very honest about their situation, and once you've convinced them that you are not the enemy or the devil, very willing to help you out. Now I have the fun game of not revealing too much information to her so she flies off on a righteous rage, making a mess of everything, but enough to make sure she remains helpful.
Initial impression of the case comes across as money grubbing corp tries to shaft its volunteer guinea pigs and cover it up. I'll wait for the evidence to lean me one way or another. If it isn't Khorazco inflicting the injuries, which appear to be very real, then where are they coming from. I hope I don't have to go there.
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| Hopes of an interesting case |
[06 Oct 2003|09:08pm] |
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That's about all I have. Actually, more than hopes, thanks to the ice queen, Larua-Maria. I should make a note that if I get that old, jaded, and bitter, that I am to be spaced immediately. Back to the case... something to do with medical fraud by the experimentee's union. This sounds like it could end up a sordid one... potential of pinning the company versus the scientists versus the experimentee's. I'll wade through the mess with my usual grace and skill. At least this is more exciting that my work for the past few weeks.
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| The first new bend in the road. |
[21 Aug 2003|11:00pm] |
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That's a little bit of a misnomer. It's not exactly a bend I haven't been down before, but this time it's with Laura, so it's new. We've decided to move in together. Probably the right decision with how well we get along. It's important to take our relationship to its next step. Now if only she would stop calling me "Old Man", I would feel less like a cradle robber.
That's a joke. I don't feel like a cradle robber at all, even though Laura is young enough to have been my child, if I had one when I was in my twenties. People live long enough that a thing like 20 years of age difference shouldn't matter anymore.
Also, along the same line as my title, another sort of new bend happened tonight. My first pleasure space flight since arriving on this rock. It briefly brought back memories of the Torus, but Laura helped me quickly forget about them. The rest of my evening isn't exactly fit for print, unless I need to spice up my memoirs for some editor who wants to widen the market appeal.
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| With new phases in life begins new habits. |
[21 Aug 2003|08:17pm] |
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I've decided that if I am ever going to get around to writing my memoirs, I will have to start recording the events of my life. The problem is, that today so far, has been quite uneventful. Not the attention grabbing first paragraph I would hope for. At least I have the advantage of being able to go back and edit this, if I ever manage to have the time.
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