Inyo National Forest on the east side of Yosemite. 9 images, 1 stop increments, layered in Photmatix Pro 5 (default format), final editing Lightroom CC.
Over Labor Day weekend I posted about working in Yosemite National Park (Disillusioned), now I’d like to let you know what it’s like to live in Yosemite housing. Before I start I’d like to give a little history on myself.
I started working as a paperboy at around 7 years old. My brothers, mom and I would get up before school wrap the newspapers, mom would drive us around in the station wagon. My older brother and I would walk from block to block and mom kept us resupplied. She had my younger brother with her in the car, driving from block to block. Not long after that we moved into the country. I bailed hay, plowed and sprayed fields for farmers. At 12, I started bussing tables and doing dishes, 3rd shift on weekends. At 13. I was pumping gas, fixing tires, then repairing automobiles. I did a little factory work last year of high school and graduated early. After graduation I moved to Texas and did road service. From there I joined the Army to see the world. I entered into a Cohort unit, assigned to US Joint Service Special Operations Command (big title). I did live reconnaissance and loved it. Here I was; young, doing some balls to the walls shit and on top of the world. Then, I met this woman that took my breath away, I know cliché. We got married, had a little girl, then came back to the states. I switched over to animal medicine in order to spend more time with my family. I had to trace across the country to go from one school to another, then advanced schooling. We finally ended in Colorado, and then another school. Once I had that finished I enrolled in night college classes. Then again; not much time for the family. My wife wasn’t happy, she wanted to go home to her native country, we discussed what was best for our daughter and she stayed in the states with me. She was 3 at the time. My ex and I are still friends, keep in touch and our daughter visits her often.
Where was I, oh, sadness, my wife left. Anyway, my daughter was devastated, her and her mother were close. In the many challenges in life; watching my daughter suffer through this, was the one of the most difficult. So, dad hunkered down, story time every night, McD’s on Fridays and Pizza Pizza on Saturdays. I was doing ok, but my daughter wasn’t. I still had a lot of obligations; I was running the US Air Force Academy Veterinary Clinic and a volunteer program for Vet Thechs, at the Cheyenne Mountain Zoo, Colorado Springs. It soon came time to reenlist, my daughter was 5 at the time and she needed me more, so I left the Army. It was a great run, got a butt load of medals, was awarded Non-commissioned Officer of the Year and I was privileged to serve with some of the best men and women from around the world.
So, here we are; my daughter and I, heading back to the Midwest, two dachshunds, a betta fish and a big rental truck, driving across America once again. We had a blast, until Ernie (one of the dachshunds) ate the betta fish along the way. I made good money selling my house in Colorado, took that money and started a business, did very well, got very sick, sold my business and bounced back. Became a manager for a company, got promoted to district manager along the way. The recession hit us hard in 2008, with cut backs I got laid-off, my daughter all grown, I headed back out west. I took my time looking for work, made it to Washington state and headed down the coast.
I found this job in Yosemite online, applied and was hired on the spot. Now, I’ll start letting you know what it’s like to live in Yosemite’s housing. I first moved into a housing unit very close to where I worked. It was a nice building and had to share a room with a person. It was no biggie, did it I the Army. One of the housing managers let me in the room, the guy that lived there was not there at the time and the room looked as if it had not been cleaned in years. The housing manger didn’t say a word, gave me the keys and left. I had to clean everything on my side of the room before unpacking. While doing so, my new roommate came in, didn’t say a word, went to his computer and played games all night, way into the night.
As the days went by my roommate was becoming a real dick. He would stay up late playing games, I had to get up at 4:30 am for work. Also, would make as much noise as possible to wake me, at all hours of the night and morning. I caught him holding a large key chain full of keys, raise it above his head and drop it on his nightstand until I woke up. This guy was vulgar, extremely poor hygiene and down-right nasty. I complained to housing and was ridiculed by housing management. There was an older gentleman that I worked with; told me to be careful and don’t piss off curtain people or they will get you fired. He told me my roommate and others make it difficult for their roommates, so they don’t have to share a room. The person will get tired of the harassment and request another roommate.
I’m the type of person that stands up for myself and it didn’t take long for my roommate to rally a few friends to make my life difficult. That was almost 10 years ago and over the years many in the Yosemite community have perfected Workplace Mobbing and Community Stalking. You can call it what you want; but it’s conspired mobbing and harassment, here in Yosemite National Park there are no boundaries.
I eventually moved into another housing area. The day I moved in, I was being blocked in the hallway as I would bring my belongings in. Several people in my building would step out of their rooms, directly in front of me as I brought things in. Then, there was one woman that would rush into the building and crowd me in the hall on every trip. The effort and assertion these people would put into their skits was remarkable and sometimes quite hilarious. Watching grown men and women act like adolescent children was mind-blowing. I lived there for many years, being harassed daily. These people will wait around for hours for me to step out of my room, go to the bathroom, do laundry or use the kitchen; so, they will have an opportunity to harass me. If I didn’t leave my room (say I was sick), they would harass me in my room. My neighbors would stomp pass my room, pound on walls, floors anything to generate continuous noise. These people love to hate, enjoy harassing people and will go to almost any length to do so, and no one is holding them accountable. I lived in that building for over 7 years.
Now let’s move to the current building I’m in. I moved into this building in December of this year, because the other housing area is being closed and cleared. When I moved into this building I received the same treatment, just more intensified. As I brought my belongings in, there were several people in the hallway, then stepping from rooms and around the corners. I’m not exaggerating folks, it was like dodging tennis balls shot from a soda pop canon (got a little board, so just threw that in). Here I am, a big man, 200 lbs, bringing in my frig, shelves, all kinds of things. I’m thinking to myself, what happen to common courtesy?
I get moved in, am kinda excited because it’s one of the nicer buildings, nice size private room, with an attached bathroom. I had to share the bathroom with the guy in the next room; we had private and locked entrances, so thought it wasn’t too bad. My excitement was short lived, as I knew it would be (remember I’ve been here a while). About two weeks in; I came home from a long day at the Fresno VA, did my grocery shopping (so much cheaper out of the park) and no one was in the hallway. I thought it odd, because it’s usually crowded when I have groceries. I get half way down the hall and I’m overwhelmed from the smell of feces. I open the door to my room and the smell was worse. I sat my groceries down, looked around trying to find out where the smell was coming from. I opened the bathroom door, the floors, four walls, the fixtures, threshold to the tub area, the tub, my rug under the sink, were all covered with splattered feces. My rug was covered in liquid feces, my neighbor was in his room with the TV on. I have a strong stomach, but this was BAD. I knew better than blow my top (that’s exactly what these sickos want), so I called to try and contact the night housing manager. The young woman at the switchboard was great; she made several attempts to get him to show up, explained in detail what had happened. He was too busy to even show up at all, maybe had too much shit to do. She did manage to get a young member of our Elite Security Force to show up, just kidding about the Elite part. This young man took pictures, said he would fill out a report, then asked me if I had cleaning supplies. He is standing in this filth, my neighbor in his room TV on, and this guy is expecting me to clean this. Am I the only one that’s thinking this is way beyond OVER THE TOP? My neighbor, an elf or maybe a bear came into the bathroom, covered it in shit and he’s expecting me to clean it. My neighbor is setting in his room, so you know it wasn’t him. It was him, I’m trying to add a little humor to the Bat-Shit-Stupid, I live in every day. Well, I tell the Elite Security guy; that I wasn’t going to clean that mess. He looks kind of puzzled, then says “we can have housing clean it tomorrow”. It just keeps getting stupider, doesn’t it, but no kidding, it’s the truth. I said “my neighbor is in his room have him clean it up, I need to clean up myself and get ready for work in the morning”. He went over, talked to him, told me he would clean it, said he would file a report and left. My neighbor was in there maybe 15 minutes, then all lights out. It was still filthy; my rug covered in feces was turned around under the sink, the walls, floors and fixtures still covered in areas. I ended cleaning the rest myself after many complaints to housing. After this he would continue to leave feces on fixtures and floors, to which I cleaned. After many more complaints to housing and senior Elite management; my neighbor remained for four more months. He would make a mess, then disappear for weeks, leaving me to clean it. I wish I had a job I could just disappear from for weeks, repeatedly. Still scratching my head on that one, not really, I know better. It wasn’t until a week before my daughter came out to visit, that he moved. Again, am I the only one thinking; WHAT A COENCIDENCE! Don’t worry, we have more, so much more, but first I have to pee. You know, all the talk about my bathroom. I’m back. People using feces and urine to harass someone here in Yosemite is not new; look through my photostream, you can see it impacted feces in my Jeep door handle. I have thousands of other pictures, but will spare the public from this madness for now.
Now, I’d like to cover other daily niceties of living in this building, with my current and rotating neighbors. Each and every day I get the stomping down the hall, with an emphasis at my door and you can throw in a loud cough at my door too. Then, there’s my neighbors setting in their rooms for hours, for a chance to step out and block me in the hall. One neighbor two doors down; 6 times in one day. I know, I know, it was just a coincidence. But, this person did the same thing in the previous building we lived in. That person also rallies my neighbors right outside my room; 5-6 of them, talking and laughing loudly, to the point I can’t watch TV with headphones on. Because I asked them if they could move into the kitchen or TV room; I was called a Dick, or maybe she slurred my name (Rick). That was it, no one in Yosemite would call me a Dick for asking them to be courteous, I mean no one…. Well, that caused hissy-fits, retaliation and vilified their misguided notions of me. Yes, Rick is a Dick, we know this now, we have the justification to make his life a living hell. So, they got to it. I get mobbed every time I go to use the kitchen or the laundry room. I’ve picked random times and it’s the same, the same people over and over. They will get right in my face, block me at every turn, turn burners and ovens off, pour filthy water or something onto your washed dishes or in your dishwater. Again, same acts following from building to building and some of the same people too. When I go to do laundry; the person two rooms down and the guy that cleans the building, will wait in the small bathroom in the hallway, so they can fling the door open at me, as I walk pass to put clothes in dryers or collect. Recently, I had someone put a freshly broken chocolate bar under the agitator, in the washer I was about to use. It could have been a coincidence, you think?
This person living two doors down started setting against my wall, in the hallway. She would talk with the people directly across the hall from me, they played loud music with their door open. This gave the person setting against my wall justification to start hitting my wall with a foot or elbow (in their minds). Again, I asked if they could keep it down and not to pound on the floor or my wall. I was met with a “this is a public area and I can be here if I want”. Here we go again, Rick’s a Dick, hissy-fits, retaliation, stomping, coughing, blocking and someone waiting for me when I come home from a hard day at work; to blow smoke in my face, from a nonsmoking area. Cough, cough. With many complaints to housing and senior management the same harassers and harassment continues day after day, year after year. You thought I was about to finish, no not yet.
A few weeks ago, I come home and find a note on my door to call management. I called and was told; there’s a senior employee that is interested in moving into the room next to you, sharing the bathroom. I was told again it was a senior employee with inflection on senior. Well, great as long as it wasn’t an Elite employee. Then I was told this was a female and she didn’t have problems sharing the bathroom with me. I thought to myself; no woman would have a problem sharing a bathroom with me. Then reality set in, Toxic Yosemite, sharing a bathroom with a woman, what can go wrong. Really, I said “I have a problem with it, as Toxic as this place is and you want me to share a bathroom with a woman, yes I have a big problem with it”. I was told, “well she doesn’t have a problem with it”, that was the end of our conversation.
I’ve led a very full and rewarding life. My proudest, most fulfilling and rewarding accomplishment was raising my daughter. Tears fill my eyes as think of how proud I am of her. She’s had her struggles through life and has become a beautiful, compassionate, considerate, woman. I was both mom and dad,
so, what I’m about to say is not meant to be mean in anyway.
Last week a woman moved into the room next to me. I don’t know this woman and am not faulting her and will refrain from making judgement. I was setting on the toilet, my nice clean toilet, and there was a knock on the bathroom door. I heard a woman’s voice, I asked if she was moving in, she said yes, so I finished and unlocked the door, hoping it didn’t smell like man poop. She had someone help her move things in, stayed a few days then gone for 3. She came back the other night had a couple visitors, that I do know. I don’t have a problem with visitors, but I went to take a shower and the feminine odor was unbearable. Again, not trying to be mean, but it was bad. I had to take my shower because I leave for work early, so I took my shower, then settled into my room. Before I went to bed I needed to use the bathroom, but had to wait for two women to use it before I could. That was a couple nights ago, there’s still an odor in the bathroom and slightly in my room. I haven’t seen here sense, sound familiar? I’m being honest by saying; I’m very uncomfortable with this. This building has about 40 residents and I think only three of us men. What I do know is; having a woman sharing a bathroom with me, is a vindictive act of retaliation from management.
Now as far as my neighbors harassing me day after day; they have no concerns of punishment. They prove this every day. Tuesday, my day off; I was woke at 5:50 am, by someone stomping down the hall and right at my door. I couldn’t go back to sleep, someone was clanging dishes in the kitchen, so I decided to do laundry. I gathered my clothes and headed to the laundry room. The kitchen door was open, another neighbor from across the hall was the one doing dishes, so I closed the kitchen door as I waked by. I put my clothes in the washers and headed back to my room. The kitchen door was open again, so I went to close it. The woman started yelling molester, molester, in Spanish. It didn’t faze me, who knows what kind of crap these people are told. I said people are sleeping, pulled the door stop out and went to my room. As I do my laundry, one of the housing staff keeps walking pass referencing the name of the guy who cleans our building, 4 times. That’s what they do; try to get under your skin. I get my laundry done, set in my room with the door open so my neighbors don’t stomp by and edit photos.
As I edit this image; one of the women from across the hall, stomps up to my room, starts stomping in place, right in front of my door, then starts doing this over the top fake cough. She does this in place stomping, throwing her head back and forth like a two-year-old having a fit. This woman is probably in her mid-forties, but this is acceptable behavior here in Yosemite. Nothing will happen to this woman, or the many that harass me in Yosemite. They will not lose their housing privileges, or jobs, some may even be rewarded. They will continue to harass whomever they are told to, or feel like, year after year.
I’m only midway through the day and decide to gather my camera bag, pack a late lunch and head out. I step out the door, there are 3 housing staff members, 2 neighbors from across the hall and 2 new girls that recently moved in. They were all surrounding my room and I could barely make it through the crowd. One of the new girls rushed ahead of me, one of the housing staff breathing down the back of my neck as I walk down the hall. The girl ahead of me stepped into her room, spun around, stepped right back out and into me. This was an intentional skit, in hopes I would act out in anger and be surrounded by witnesses. These are witnesses that will lie.
What I’ve told you is true; it is based on years of collecting evidence, military training (I didn’t receive 12 medals for smelling flowers), life’s experiences and the illegal and unethical actions of the people here in Yosemite National Park. I’ve tried to add a little humor to the Very Toxic living and working conditions in Yosemite. Over the years I’ve seen many good people come, then go, because of this Toxic place. Because of the stigma, retaliation and overwhelming harassment in the workplace; many are terrified to say a word. Look at what we are doing to each other America; this mobbing and hate needs to stop and it will destroy us all. It will not stop until people are held accountable. Will Yosemite’s Superintendent hold these people accountable?
You can hate me, try to discredit me, but you cannot deny the truth.
What is happening in Yosemite is WRONG!
Yosemite’s current Superintendent is: Michael T Reynolds
Nominated Director National Parks Services is: David Vela
• The truth about Yosemite 2016 to current: www.nbcbayarea.com/news/local/Yosemite-Chief-Retiring-Ami…
Here is an audio example of Yosemite’s Mobbing Community at work: flic.kr/p/2hJ7Rye
Update 4-30-19; after 2 recent detailed letters to Yosemite’s Superintendent, the harassment, mobbing, waist, fraud, cover-up and retaliation continues…..
On 6-2-19, the San Fransisco Chronicle published a scathing article about Yosemite; giving insight to how toxic and unethical this place really is.
12-1-19 Update: the harassment and retaliation continues and has increased. The noise campaigns at work and in housing are off the charts. I left work this morning (12-1-19) because of extreme loud music. The lobby music systems was turned way up and on top of that; an employee that also harasses me in housing, along with her husband, had her boom box blaring on top of the Holiday music blaring. You would think it was Military PSYOPS (Psychological Operations). Speaking of; on 11-29-19, I greeted 3 guest and asked how they were doing. The woman looked totally surprised, then a big smile popped on her face. She said Sir, may I ask you a question, I said sure. She asked who ran the operations here? I told her. She then asked; what’s the matter with the employees here? I told her the truth and said nobody here cares. She went on to tell me; yesterday they witnessed employees being rude to guest at one of our other facilities, one even belittling a German couple because of their limited English. She then said; the people here ignored us this morning, one employee just stood there with earphones in his ears, listening to music. She had other complaints that I can’t mention because I will be terminated.
I asked where they were from and found out that all 3 were active duty Marines. They couldn’t get over the behavior of our employees. I apologized again and thanked them for their service. We went on to briefly discuss the continued decline of common courtesy and ethics in America. Is this why we serve today; so Americans and Corporate America can have the right to treat human-beings, worse than their own pets?
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