Friday, July 30, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
07-08-10 Letter
Dear Assemblyman Blakeslee, Congresswoman Capps, , Senator Feinstein, Senator Boxer, Congressman Bartlett and respective Staffs,
This letter is to inform you of an unfortunate, illegal, and underhanded situation, and to ask for assistance and direction in how best to proceed. I am a former employee of Creek Environmental Labs in San Luis Obispo, which was acquired by Frederick, Maryland based Centauri Labs as of April of this year. Centauri shut down the
It should be noted that I have worked part-time for Creek/Centauri for about six months. As scheduled part-time, I was not working Thursday, when the staff was brought in for a conference call with the corporate office in
Friday, the day after the staff was told to close down, was the regularly scheduled pay day. Nothing was deposited into my checking account. I can not contact anyone in the
Additionally, the sudden closure left us with no time to secure the lab. Experiments were ordered to be halted mid way through. As a full-service environmental analysis lab, there are a lot of potentially dangerous chemical substances that are not secured. Barely functioning fume hoods are all that have controlled open containers of hazardous materials and waste, acids, solvents, and bacterial pathogens. I am incredibly worried about the threats posed by Centauri and the manner in which they closed this facility. I anticipate that the power will be shut off, leaving the fume hoods useless and allowing an unknown number of chemicals to mix and react. Furthermore, I fear that the property owner or someone else not familiar with chemicals, hazardous materials and waste, or acids, will enter the facility to clean it out. Any lack of knowledge could easily result in disaster if the wrong chemicals are mixed, or if wastes are improperly sent to the septic tank. I implore that you ask work with the USEPA and CAEPA to ensure that this threatening situation does not harm individuals or the critical environmental resources located nearby.
In summary, I am asking for help in getting due pay for me and my co-workers. Additionally, I hope that you can contact the appropriate agencies to ensure that the facility is secured and no longer a threat to health and environment. Please feel free to contact me if you need any further information.
Sincerely,
Philip Dutton
Thursday, July 8, 2010
And what about what got left inside there...?
Dear Fire Chief Callahan,
I am writing as a former employee of Creek Environmental Lab (bought out by Centauri Labs April 1st). Please be advised that Centauri Labs' SLO lab was shut down abruptly as of July 1st. We were given no notice, no pay, and were unable to secure the chemicals before being locked out of the building. I believe that there is an eminent threat that exists, due to the unsecured containers of solvents, hazardous materials and wastes, acids, and other flammable and reactive material.
If you need to contact anyone representing Centauri, you will only be able to find someone in their corporate office in Maryland--try (240) 575-7300. We have been getting ignored when attempting to contact them. Perhaps you will have better luck.
Feel free to contact me if you have any further questions. I hope this situation can be resolved without harm to human or environmental health.
Sincerely,
Philip Dutton
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Response Below
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Thank you for contacting us with this information. By copy of this
reply, I am passing it along to the City Fire Marshal and Haz Mat
Coordinator for followup.
John W. Callahan
Fire Chief
City of San Luis Obispo
2160 Santa Barbara Avenue
San Luis Obispo, CA 93401
I am writing as a former employee of Creek Environmental Lab (bought out by Centauri Labs April 1st). Please be advised that Centauri Labs' SLO lab was shut down abruptly as of July 1st. We were given no notice, no pay, and were unable to secure the chemicals before being locked out of the building. I believe that there is an eminent threat that exists, due to the unsecured containers of solvents, hazardous materials and wastes, acids, and other flammable and reactive material.
If you need to contact anyone representing Centauri, you will only be able to find someone in their corporate office in Maryland--try (240) 575-7300. We have been getting ignored when attempting to contact them. Perhaps you will have better luck.
Feel free to contact me if you have any further questions. I hope this situation can be resolved without harm to human or environmental health.
Sincerely,
Philip Dutton
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Response Below
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Thank you for contacting us with this information. By copy of this
reply, I am passing it along to the City Fire Marshal and Haz Mat
Coordinator for followup.
John W. Callahan
Fire Chief
City of San Luis Obispo
2160 Santa Barbara Avenue
San Luis Obispo, CA 93401
I would like my pay, please.
My job at the lab suddenly shut down last Thursday. No one has gotten pay that was due that Friday, or for the week of the closure. This is the certified letter that I sent to Joe Hernandez and Betty Rose of Centauri Labs.
Centauri Pay Me Please
Centauri Pay Me Please
Monday, June 14, 2010
The Truth
Dear Officer ____ (sorry, didn't catch the name on your badge),
I just wanted to write you a note to say 'Thank you' for coming to our house to talk with us this evening. Phil and I didn't really know what course of action to take, and you certainly cleared things up for us.
When we heard a knock on our door whilst making dinner, we weren't really expecting Stacy to be standing on the other side. But when Phil opened the door, alas, there she was, red-eyed and bleach-blonde as ever. She stared at us through eyes that can only be described as empty, saying "Just wanted to say thanks for keeping such a good eye on my house while I was gone. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to return the favor."
Points: 1) We didn't know she was gone. We did no watching. We try to ignore her. 2) Did someone break into her house or something? 3) Was that a threat?
Phil said a quick and cheery "Thank you!" I, being more suspicious of Stacy, said "What?" But she walked away and closed her door. Daisy got some good barks at Stacy's evil cat, and we closed the door. Standing in silent shock for a moment, Phil and I contemplated the meaning of Stacy's message.
Was Stacy being sincere in her attempt at friendly-neighborness? Or did we just get served with a passive-aggressive Stacy threat?... Hmmm. No way to be sure. Suddenly our crazy neighbor's unpredictability may have turned from ignorable to potentially dangerous. And since Stacy has previously accused us of aiding and abedding intruders breaking into her house, we decided to let the police decide the true meaning of Stacy's words.
Thank you, officer, for helping us understand the truth about our neighbor. In fact, you didn't even need us to explain the situation to you. The first thing you told us was that the SLO police department indeed knows who Stacy is. In fact, on the way over to our house, you said you were trying to figure out where you had heard her name before. Then you apparently received a text message from another officer who heard about the call to remind you that she's well-known. You looked her up in the system and were reminded that Stacy is indeed under constant surveillance not only by the department, but by the anti-drug task force.
You told us that Stacy is a meth addict. That people from the drug task force stake out her house, waiting to catch her when she's high as a kite, or carrying. And according to your records, whenever she calls the police on one of her drug-induced paranoid rants, she usually gets arrested and goes to jail. But despite the fact that she's addicted to methamphetamines and has been for quite some time, she's never had a violent history.
Sooo... thanks for the reassurance. We has a suspicion that she did (lots of) drugs at some point, but it's good to know a little more about the situation. And, you told us about a anonymous "welfare check" we could call in to have an officer come out and see what kinds of crazy things she is doing. This may come in handy the next time she needs to bang on every wall in her house, or when she decides to more furniture around at 3 in the morning. At least our lives (probably) aren't in jeopardy!
Anyways, thanks for the Truth. We capitalize the Truth because it is an epic Truth, one which we will heed in our future interactions with our meth-head neighbor.
Cheers,
Maggie and Phil
I just wanted to write you a note to say 'Thank you' for coming to our house to talk with us this evening. Phil and I didn't really know what course of action to take, and you certainly cleared things up for us.
When we heard a knock on our door whilst making dinner, we weren't really expecting Stacy to be standing on the other side. But when Phil opened the door, alas, there she was, red-eyed and bleach-blonde as ever. She stared at us through eyes that can only be described as empty, saying "Just wanted to say thanks for keeping such a good eye on my house while I was gone. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to return the favor."
Points: 1) We didn't know she was gone. We did no watching. We try to ignore her. 2) Did someone break into her house or something? 3) Was that a threat?
Phil said a quick and cheery "Thank you!" I, being more suspicious of Stacy, said "What?" But she walked away and closed her door. Daisy got some good barks at Stacy's evil cat, and we closed the door. Standing in silent shock for a moment, Phil and I contemplated the meaning of Stacy's message.
Was Stacy being sincere in her attempt at friendly-neighborness? Or did we just get served with a passive-aggressive Stacy threat?... Hmmm. No way to be sure. Suddenly our crazy neighbor's unpredictability may have turned from ignorable to potentially dangerous. And since Stacy has previously accused us of aiding and abedding intruders breaking into her house, we decided to let the police decide the true meaning of Stacy's words.
Thank you, officer, for helping us understand the truth about our neighbor. In fact, you didn't even need us to explain the situation to you. The first thing you told us was that the SLO police department indeed knows who Stacy is. In fact, on the way over to our house, you said you were trying to figure out where you had heard her name before. Then you apparently received a text message from another officer who heard about the call to remind you that she's well-known. You looked her up in the system and were reminded that Stacy is indeed under constant surveillance not only by the department, but by the anti-drug task force.
You told us that Stacy is a meth addict. That people from the drug task force stake out her house, waiting to catch her when she's high as a kite, or carrying. And according to your records, whenever she calls the police on one of her drug-induced paranoid rants, she usually gets arrested and goes to jail. But despite the fact that she's addicted to methamphetamines and has been for quite some time, she's never had a violent history.
Sooo... thanks for the reassurance. We has a suspicion that she did (lots of) drugs at some point, but it's good to know a little more about the situation. And, you told us about a anonymous "welfare check" we could call in to have an officer come out and see what kinds of crazy things she is doing. This may come in handy the next time she needs to bang on every wall in her house, or when she decides to more furniture around at 3 in the morning. At least our lives (probably) aren't in jeopardy!
Anyways, thanks for the Truth. We capitalize the Truth because it is an epic Truth, one which we will heed in our future interactions with our meth-head neighbor.
Cheers,
Maggie and Phil
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Chronicles of Stacy, Part II
Continuation of a previous post, chronicling the history of our interactions with our crazy neighbor Stacey.
Dear Stacy,
The day we knew you had mental problems, February 2010
Myself and a group of my good friends were having a nice evening together making dinner and getting ready for our Twilight marathon. The guest list: myself and my good friends Giulia, Ashley, and Kim. On the menu: baked marinated salmon, salad, cous cous, and homemade cornbread. For desert, Grandma's famous chocolate cake with strawberries, and strawberry shortbread fixings with vanilla ice cream a la mode. On the entertainment menu: the first and second installation of the Twilight movies, enhanced by a widescreen HDTV. The forecast for the evening was light-hearted and jovial... it was going to be a great night. Until, while we were preparing dinner, waiting for AShley to join us...
BANG BANG BANG...
Me, in the kitchen with Giulia and Kim: Oh, sweet! That must be Ashley. Giulia, can you go get the door?
Giulia: Sure! *walks around the corner to open the door*
(in the background, I hear some words, and a slam of a door)
Giulia: Uhh... Maggie! Can you come here please! Your neighbor....
As I walked around the corner to see what was going on, I find Giulia looking at me with a surprised (VERY surprised) look on her face. Also, she's holding what appears to be a vacuum cleaner (note: not my vacuum cleaner). Apparently, YOU, Stacy, found it essential at that moment to knock on our door and SHOVE a vacuum cleaner at my unsuspecting guest. Fortunately, I had told Giulia about many of your "special" qualities and sketchy escapades. But she hadn't until that moment seen it for herself. As she stood there holding the vacuum cleaner...
Giulia: You neighbor just put this on my feet and told me, 'Take it, just take it.' And then she left and slammed her door.
Knowing that your crazy requires immediately, intentional reaction, I took the vacuum cleaner from Giulia's hands, banged on your door, and loudly reminded your that "THIS IS NOT OURS!" The vacuum cleaner stayed outside like that for several hours, but I imagine that at some point you took it back in your animal-print laden house. I have not seen the vacuum to this day... and I can't imagine what kind of fate it met.
You throw strange things in our backyard, April 2010
Stacy, why do you throw things in our backyard? Just because your paranoia makes you think that people come into your yard and mess with your artifacts, does not mean that we want those items in our yard as well. The most recent item we found was a small metal carabiner. Since we didn't know if you wanted it back, we put it out on our front stoop so that you could retrieve it if so desired. A few hours later, Phil and I opened our front door to find the carabiner missing... or so we thought. In fact, upon closer inspection, we found the carabiner under our door mat. But not alone. Along with the carabiner was a strange curved piece of metal... possibly a fancy shower curtain hanger? Thank you for the thought, but we don't really have a use for the strange metal objects that you put under our door mat or throw into our backyard.
So, we put the metal pieces out in plain view again, in case you wanted them back. And of course, a few hours later, they were gone. Glad you found a use for your metal objects. Please stop giving us shit, even if your intentions are good (which I assume they are not).
Today, you revved your car engine at me, May 2010
Today, while I was putting my stuff in my car to go to school, I heard a loud engine sound coming from the opposite end of the parking lot. As I looked up, I recognized your car taking the curve of the lot a little too fast. To avoid a potential confrontation when you parked in your space next to mine (or should I say, when you park your car across TWO spaces at a 45 degree angle like a maniac driver), I quickly put my things away, and started to close the door. I looked up at you to ensure we would avoid contact with one another, to see you staring at me with a pretty hostile look on your face. I suspected that maybe it was the reflection in your windshield, or maybe just the fact that you always look like that, but neverless I was frigtened. I suppose you also did not want to talk to me, which is why you abruptly increased your speed and revved your car engine at me as you proceeded to drive like a crazy women through the parking lot at easily 30 mph.
I don't really mind that you revved your engine at me and stared me down as you drove by. But I am concerned about the fact that we have children and animals living in our complex, which might be walking through the parking lot next time you decide to drive your car around the block trying to break the sound barrier. SLOW THE HECK DOWN, WOMAN! For the kids!
Well Stacy, now that all of the events have transpired, I suggest that we not be friends. I'd like to say that it's not personal, but it is. You are crazy, and please keep it to yourself. Otherwise, I'm just going to have to continue chronicling these events for the public to judge.
TTYN,
Maggie
Dear Stacy,
The day we knew you had mental problems, February 2010
Myself and a group of my good friends were having a nice evening together making dinner and getting ready for our Twilight marathon. The guest list: myself and my good friends Giulia, Ashley, and Kim. On the menu: baked marinated salmon, salad, cous cous, and homemade cornbread. For desert, Grandma's famous chocolate cake with strawberries, and strawberry shortbread fixings with vanilla ice cream a la mode. On the entertainment menu: the first and second installation of the Twilight movies, enhanced by a widescreen HDTV. The forecast for the evening was light-hearted and jovial... it was going to be a great night. Until, while we were preparing dinner, waiting for AShley to join us...
BANG BANG BANG...
Me, in the kitchen with Giulia and Kim: Oh, sweet! That must be Ashley. Giulia, can you go get the door?
Giulia: Sure! *walks around the corner to open the door*
(in the background, I hear some words, and a slam of a door)
Giulia: Uhh... Maggie! Can you come here please! Your neighbor....
As I walked around the corner to see what was going on, I find Giulia looking at me with a surprised (VERY surprised) look on her face. Also, she's holding what appears to be a vacuum cleaner (note: not my vacuum cleaner). Apparently, YOU, Stacy, found it essential at that moment to knock on our door and SHOVE a vacuum cleaner at my unsuspecting guest. Fortunately, I had told Giulia about many of your "special" qualities and sketchy escapades. But she hadn't until that moment seen it for herself. As she stood there holding the vacuum cleaner...
Giulia: You neighbor just put this on my feet and told me, 'Take it, just take it.' And then she left and slammed her door.
Knowing that your crazy requires immediately, intentional reaction, I took the vacuum cleaner from Giulia's hands, banged on your door, and loudly reminded your that "THIS IS NOT OURS!" The vacuum cleaner stayed outside like that for several hours, but I imagine that at some point you took it back in your animal-print laden house. I have not seen the vacuum to this day... and I can't imagine what kind of fate it met.
You throw strange things in our backyard, April 2010
Stacy, why do you throw things in our backyard? Just because your paranoia makes you think that people come into your yard and mess with your artifacts, does not mean that we want those items in our yard as well. The most recent item we found was a small metal carabiner. Since we didn't know if you wanted it back, we put it out on our front stoop so that you could retrieve it if so desired. A few hours later, Phil and I opened our front door to find the carabiner missing... or so we thought. In fact, upon closer inspection, we found the carabiner under our door mat. But not alone. Along with the carabiner was a strange curved piece of metal... possibly a fancy shower curtain hanger? Thank you for the thought, but we don't really have a use for the strange metal objects that you put under our door mat or throw into our backyard.
So, we put the metal pieces out in plain view again, in case you wanted them back. And of course, a few hours later, they were gone. Glad you found a use for your metal objects. Please stop giving us shit, even if your intentions are good (which I assume they are not).
Today, you revved your car engine at me, May 2010
Today, while I was putting my stuff in my car to go to school, I heard a loud engine sound coming from the opposite end of the parking lot. As I looked up, I recognized your car taking the curve of the lot a little too fast. To avoid a potential confrontation when you parked in your space next to mine (or should I say, when you park your car across TWO spaces at a 45 degree angle like a maniac driver), I quickly put my things away, and started to close the door. I looked up at you to ensure we would avoid contact with one another, to see you staring at me with a pretty hostile look on your face. I suspected that maybe it was the reflection in your windshield, or maybe just the fact that you always look like that, but neverless I was frigtened. I suppose you also did not want to talk to me, which is why you abruptly increased your speed and revved your car engine at me as you proceeded to drive like a crazy women through the parking lot at easily 30 mph.
I don't really mind that you revved your engine at me and stared me down as you drove by. But I am concerned about the fact that we have children and animals living in our complex, which might be walking through the parking lot next time you decide to drive your car around the block trying to break the sound barrier. SLOW THE HECK DOWN, WOMAN! For the kids!
Well Stacy, now that all of the events have transpired, I suggest that we not be friends. I'd like to say that it's not personal, but it is. You are crazy, and please keep it to yourself. Otherwise, I'm just going to have to continue chronicling these events for the public to judge.
TTYN,
Maggie
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