Night of the Sexual Predator: A Workers' Comp. Horror Story

A WORKERS’ COMP. HORROR STORY

Monica Silvers

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First published by AuthorHouse 11/1/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6146-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4670-6145-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2011918202

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The names of the people involved in this true story have been changed to protect the innocent. Some of the places are not identified to protect the innocent. Matters of public record, however, and those named in those public records are not protected. Those named in court records, magazines and newspapers are not protected. Those who have appeared on television news stations are not protected. AND, most certainly, the sexual predators are not protected.

Contents

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

PREFACE

This Is A True Story

CHAPTER 1

My First Jobs

CHAPTER 2

The First Sexual Predator

CHAPTER 3

The New Store

CHAPTER 4

It Begins

CHAPTER 5

The Second Assault

CHAPTER 6

The Nightmare Begins

CHAPTER 7

The Tape Recording

CHAPTER 8

Letter Of Complaint

CHAPTER 9

My Psychiatrist

CHAPTER 10

Firing My Attorney

CHAPTER 11

The Civil Law Suit

CHAPTER 12

The Defendant’s Psychiatrist

CHAPTER 13

The Pre-trial Conference

CHAPTER 14

The Trial

CHAPTER 15

The Findings and Award

ABOUT THE AUTHORS

{All at once FATE came kicking my door down,

and all I had left was HOPE)

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I want to thank my son, Dustin, for always making sure that we had peace & quiet time to write. Thank you, Dustin, for knowing how important this book was to get out, not just for me but for the world. Thank you for being a great tether in keeping me grounded, and for becoming aware at such a young age. I am thankful too, that his experiences have made him who he is today, a very wise and compassionate young man and my very BEST FRIEND.

I want to thank Jeannie and Alan for all the time you took care of Dustin while I had to travel back and forth to doctors and court appearances. You have always been his second grandparents.

I extend a special thanks to my beloved parents, Ron and Linda, who gave me, at a very young age, the knowledge that nothing in life is free. I feel your loving energy every day.

I want to thank my editor, Steve Van Coops, DCH (IM). His love of people and his big heart reach out to everyone. A Hypnotherapist and Psychotherapist, he has helped so many people throughout the world. Without him I couldn’t have had my book published in a timely manner. He made it book perfect.

PREFACE

This Is A True Story

I COULD SENSE THE GATHERING OF the storm clouds. The winds of disaster began to blow. I could see the bold, ugly thunderheads billowing skyward on the horizon, and like a bolt of lightning, the sexual predator struck, changing my life forever.

This is the real-life story of a young, loyal, ambitious and pretty lady who had her life and hopes torn asunder and dashed by her manager, a sexual predator at her work place. You will see how a large corporation, its top management and its policies, its insurance companies and its lower tier management protect those managers who are sexual predators. You will see how the courts are prejudiced against those who dare complain about being physically assaulted in rapes and rape attempts by managers who use their positions to demand sexual favors. You will see how the judges, lawyers for the large corporations and the insurance companies pocket doctors (doctors who will give any type medical evaluation the corporations require) treat the injured worker.

The injured worker becomes a pawn-for-profit as the lawyers and the doctors for the corporations suck huge fees from this system without any care or concern for the injured worker. The injured worker is trodden upon as if nothing more than a piece of garbage. When injured on the job, the worker has no control of his or her destiny, because they are automatically under the exclusive jurisdiction of the Workers’ Compensation Act. No other court can interfere.

This young lady’s name is Donetta. She is the VICTIM. After she complained about two violent rape attempts by her manager, many lewd and lascivious acts by him and many verbal sexual comments, she was fired. She had been warned by the sexual predator, her manager, If you complain or tell anyone about this, you will be fired, and nothing will happen to me. She complained and was immediately terminated.

She soon learned that these courts, corporations, Workers’ Compensation administrators, lawyers and doctors, behind the mask of justice, began methodically blaming her for the conduct of the managers, contending that it was all her fault. They lied, and unlawfully denied, with impunity. The courts permitted them to do so and, at the same time, searched diligently for the least inconsistency in any word or words the injured worker used.

She determined she was not going to be treated that way. She fought back against all odds. This is her story of that ten-year battle.

MY First Jobs

CHAPTER 1

My First Jobs

MY NAME IS DONETTA. AT age fifteen, I was excited when I got a part-time job working in a donut shop. I had been doing baby-sitting. This new job was exciting to me. I tried hard to please the owners, and they were pleased with my performance. I had always been shy and did not talk much to strangers. This job required I talk with all the people who came into the donut shop. It was a requirement of the job.

Forcing myself at first, I greeted everyone with a smile and seemingly cheerful demeanor. Soon my smile and demeanor became sincere. This job became fun, and I truly enjoyed talking with all of the customers. I found there were many cheerful and wonderful people in this world. There were customers from all walks of life, and each of them was interesting to talk with and to wait on. Many of the customers just wanted to chat with someone and soon this became a routine part of my job, and I looked forward to seeing them each day. The owners expressed their appreciation of my work, and I, in return, was pleased with the nice manner they treated me.

I had been working there for about one year and had just turned sixteen when, one day, a lady customer whom I had chatted with on many occasions, suggested I apply at a nearby grocery store for a job as a box girl. She encouraged me to look into it because there were good benefits and the pay was quite good, and furthermore, it could be a career opportunity of advancement from donut shop to store in a stable industry.

I really enjoyed my acquaintance with this lady. She was so sincere in her encouragement to me that I had to give this some serious thought. I knew she was quite comfortable in her life, and was always cheerful and polite to everyone. She was always positive. At the same time my parents had been suggesting that I should get a full time job now that I was sixteen. They said I could continue to live at home with them, but must continue to pay rent. I was already paying a large part of what I earned to them as rent because I wanted to, and felt that I should make my own way in life.

I had been thinking about the box girl job for about a week, concerned primarily with the thought of, What would I do if they turned me down? I was also concerned about what my present employers would say when I told them I was looking for a more secure and higher paying job. I valued their opinions and friendship, but decided that the next day I would make application at the grocery store.

First though, out of respect, I had to inform my present employers what my plans were. I knew I could talk to them freely, and when I approached them with my idea, they were all for it. They furthermore told me that they would give me an excellent reference and that I could work for them part-time while working at the grocery store if I so wished. That was really nice of them.

The next day I went to the grocery store and submitted an application. The store manager interviewed me and said he would get back to me when an opening for box girl became available. He was a very nice man and seemed sincere.

I felt certain I would be getting that all important phone call within a week. But, when the week passed with no contact from the grocery store, I felt disappointed. I thought about it for a moment and decided I would pursue that job. I wanted it. I went back to the grocery store and asked for the manager. He came to the front of the store and I asked him if there had been an opening yet. He told me that there was none available yet, but he still had my application on file and would call me. I asked him if it would be okay if I came back in a week to check. He told me that would be fine.

Again, a week went by with no phone call from the grocery store. I went back. He came out to the front of the store again with a smile on his face. Before I could say a word he said, Well Donetta, you have a job as box girl. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I had not said a word yet. Finally, I said thank you. When do I start? He told me that I would be completing some paper work now, and that I would be reporting to work in four days. He told me it was a part time position. I realized I had the job. I was elated. I could not wait until I got back to the donut shop and told my employers.

When I arrived at the donut shop and informed my employers I had just gotten the job, they acted like they had gotten it themselves. They were happy for me and congratulated me over and over again. I told them that the shift I had been assigned at the grocery store permitted me to work at the donut shop without interfering with either job. They accepted this without further question, and told me they were very pleased with my decision to stay with them also.

When I returned home that evening, my parents were pleased with my new job. They also informed me that my rent was going up. Well, I already knew that, but felt it was my duty and responsibility to put my earnings into the household. I still had money left over for my own personal things. I often wondered though, just why did my parents need most of my money? My Dad had a real good, well paying job. I knew also that my days of school were over. They had always told me that education was not important and besides that, it was very expensive, and if any of us ever wanted to go on to college, we would have to do it on our own, because they could not support that in any way. I accepted that. I was certain that I could make a career in the grocery store business, and that I could still get my education. I really liked school and always got good grades.

I worked hard at the box girl job. I was never late and took every hour they would assign me and ask for more. I wanted to learn everything about the grocery business. I enjoyed the work and was not at all lazy. I still worked at the donut shop too.

I continued with both jobs and had banked enough money by the time I was seventeen, that I bought myself a car. Now I really felt good about myself. I had been watching what every other person working in the store did; how they did their jobs and how they treated the customers and other employees. I watched the rudeness, the backstabbing and the drunks and dopers. I determined that I was not going to be like any of them. I would be who I was and wanted to be – an employee the grocery chain could be proud to have as an employee. I loved my work and the grocery business.

When I turned 18 years old, I was promoted to the position of checker. A district manager came by to tell me of my promotion. I had wanted that job. The store manager knew of my desire to become a checker and, in fact, had made the recommendation; but it was an honor for the district manager to tell me I had the position. I knew then that I was doing everything right. There was a significant raise in pay involved as well as getting more work hours. I was a union member, and felt with the security and stability of this large grocery store chain, I now had a secure career and future. This had been my dream and ambition, and now it was here. This was truly the first step, and I determined I was going to be one of the store’s best employees.

Well, I went home that evening and announced to my parents that I had just been promoted to checker position. My Dad said congratulations, asked me how much I made now. I told him, and he said my rent just went up. It bothered me a little, but that was okay, they were my parents and they needed the money to run the household. I love my parents dearly, and always knew they loved me without any reservation. They were always there for me, even going to the point of, what I thought at least, being over-protective.

THE First Sexual Predator

CHAPTER 2

The First Sexual Predator

I WAS NOW SETTLED INTO THE daily routine of my checker position, while still working at the donut shop part-time. I