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I went to the doctor today. The man standing in the waiting room reminded me of someone in his eyes, and I got shocked in my dick severely while he was standing there, right when I got to the "reason for visit" line on the new patient forms. He had signed the patient check in as Cirillo which is the name of the HR lady who did my hiring paperwork at Exide. About 18 months after I quit, I called her to confirm all my stuff had been terminated when I quit in January 2017. She said, "Sure, no problem. let me check... ... ... ...OH! You'll have to speak to Rhonda Leeper." I was never able to get a hold of Rhonda Leeper, and Maureen Cirillo ignored all my subsequent efforts to get in contact with her again to ask who Rhonda was and why I needed to speak to her. I had never heard of Rhonda Leeper before Maureen mentioned her that day. I could not get a hold of Rhonda Leeper, and Exide's HR department sent "Mr. Gay" to be a cunt to me and refuse to address my concerns before calling the cops on me and giving me a CT notice against returning to Exide to try to get the paperwork he was refusing to give me. Rhonda Leeper was probably another alias for "Rhonda Capone" who I hated at Elavon and who had used the alias Sharon Maloney when I worked at Lexis Nexis Risk Solutions for year between Elavon and Exide.
The doctor I saw today could very easily have been one of the dad disguise people, and the orthodox person sitting in the lobby when I left may have been the one who said, "Forty seven!," to me about a month before I quit that job at Exide. I tried to go to the urologist to get help with my fucking dick today, and the whole thing was probably fake. The girl at the desk was gangstalking me with her dit-dit-ditdadit as soon as I walked in, and the robot child was gangstalking me with the same in the lobby of the hotel when I left to drive there.
