I have written a detailed account of the sexual harassment and subsequent drugging for the purpose of sex I endured while employed at Marathon Ashland Refinery through Business and Office Personal from 8/6/98 until 11/4/98.
Let me say that the primary suspects of drugging me are:
Jeff Wood – Project Manager – C.H. Heist Corp. – Baytown, TX
Harold Lostak – Supervisor – Marathon Ashland – Huston, TX
I began my employment in early August working an 8 hour day with weekends off. During August and the first two weeks in September I maintained these same hours. The third week in September I began working some overtime and then beginning September 28th turnaround officially started. During this week a female employee of Marathon Ashland from Texas by the name of a Janet came to assist us with the procedures for the turnaround as she experienced at previous turnarounds. She was friends and co-workers with my supervisors, Rich Morris and Harold Lostak. On one occasion she brought handcuffs and a deputy badge to Mr. Lostak because he made a habit of monitoring employees entering and exiting through the electronic clock in and out gates. Also during this week on my arrival at work a contractor by the name of Jeff Wood, coincidentally from Huffman, TX (only 20 miles from Mr. Lostak's home). He was seated with Janet making up some kind of employee timesheets. They worked jobs together all the time.
Also during September there was a female employee from Industrial Security Service by the name of Carrie George that was a coworker of mine. She spent a lot of time in Mr. Lostak's office. They spent at least two evenings alone working together. Carrie would walk up behind MR. Lostak and put her hand on his back. She began talking with a contractor named Travis on company time. Mr. Lostak never said anything to her about this. She eventually ended up going out with this contractor. She would be a good witness to contact as she may be able to attest to MR. Lostak's behavior.
Approximately mid-September different contractors came into our office and went into my supervisors, Rich Morris and Harold Lostak's office, usually in the early evening when I was the only female present. Their conversations contained vulgar language and degrading comments about women, i.e., describing the way someone looked, going to strip clubs in Detroit, How would I know there is an Ashland Refinery in or near Detroit if I didn't hear this. This language became progressively worse and went on almost every night. One particular contractor, Rick McDole, a painting contractor from Kentucky came in the office almost every night. Mr. Lostack began making comments to me telling me that Mr. McDole liked me, he wanted me. I told him I've been married 18 years and would never ruin my marriage for someone like that. Mr. Lostak continued to badger me on almost a daily basis about the same person. He would see him approaching our trailer; I guess through his window, how else would he know he is coming. He would say, “Here comes your boy”. I pretty much tried to ignore these comments and did not feel comfortable. The following people were witnesses to the above harassment from Mr. Lostak regarding Mr. McDole: Dennis Davis, Sheila and Devonne, coworkers from Business and Office Personnel; Carrie George and Rich Morris. Clock times are very important in this story. Mr. Lostak's window is very important as I think he was watching my actions.
One evening when I was having a problem with a printer, which is just outside my boss's office, I asked Mr. Morris how to fix it and he told me I had to take the paper out. I said you mean I have to take it all the way out and put it back in. Mr. Lostak then said Mm that sounds real good. I just ignored him. He also made derogatory comments to me about a timekeeper from McCarl's named Tanya (a young 20 something year old married woman with three small children at home in Pennsylvania). He told me she was loose, she drank a lot and liked women. This was the atmosphere that I endured on a daily basis. Tanya had come into our office one day when only I was present. She made a comment regarding a picture on my bosses door that said “The Barracuda Pit or Den”. She said have you been in there and gotten attacked or eaten. I said I haven't got bitten. She said “not yet” and laughed.
On another occasion when Janet was in Canton, Mr. Lostak, Mr. Morris and Janet were going out to dinner. They asked me to go and I said no. I'll just stay here. They said come on, we're coming back here after we're done. I said no that's alright. Mr. Lostak said, oh your husband is one of those. You're worried he might see you out. They left and brought me back a steak dinner from the Roadhouse, which they charged to Marathon Ashland.
In addition to the constant badgering in regards to Mr. McDole, on one evening Mr. Lostak and Mr. Morris left the office in the early evening to go to dinner. They told me that they would be back. I had left my cigarettes and lighter in Mr. Lostak's vehicle. (When turnaround started Mr. Lostak let me use his rental vehicle to run some scanners up to the main gate at least twice a day. He always had a radio on a Christian station and had a religious card hanging from the turn signal). This is another indicator of my state of mind because I would never leave my cigarettes. About 2 hours after they had left I received a phone call from an inebriated Mr. Morris telling me they would not be returning and to lock their office door. Mr. Morris said if you want your cigarettes, Rick McDole, will bring them to you.
Let me say that at the beginning of October I began to experience the jitters on a daily basis. I did not like this feeling but I attributed it to drinking too much coffee even though I rarely experience jitteriness. I began taking Tylenol PM (6 – 8 per day for over 30 days) to try to ease this feeling. I also had problems with my vision at night especially while driving (like I was looking through tinted glass). I wasn't eating but I was thirsty all the time, drinking one or two cans of pop per day, which is something I never do. Some of the other symptoms I experienced from this point until 11-5-98 were trouble sleeping, always waking up early even though I was working at least 12 sometimes 16 hours a day, extreme lower leg cramps, agitation, trouble concentrating, restlessness, aggressiveness, unusual swearing, emotional ups and downs, night sweats, suicidal thoughts, paranoia, changes in menstrual cycle. As I continue this story you will see how this all relates to the above mentioned behavior but I attributed all these things to working too many hours, lack of sleep, coffee and guilt when the fact is someone was drugging me without my knowledge.
Also in the beginning of October, Mr. Lostak began poking me in the rib cage when I wasn't looking. I told him to stop on several occasions but he continued to do this seemingly always wanting to get a reaction from me. He continued to do this approximately 20 to 25 times over a 30 day period. Mr. Morris, Carrie George, Dennis Davis, Sheila and Devonne are all possible witnesses to this.
On one occasion during October, Mr. Lostak saw me go outside to smoke. I had clocked out and just lit a cigarette and he yelled out the trailer door and said “Linda get in here right now”. I immediately put out my cigarette and went back inside. He was sitting at his desk and started laughing like it was a big joke. Clock times will show this. Also Mr. Morris was a witness to this.
On another occasion I had to run the scanners up to the main gate. It was raining outside. When I went to enter our office the door was locked and Mr. Lostak was looking through the window and laughing at me. Mr. Morris was a witness to this.
On another occasion I called Mr. Lostak a fucking hypocrite. This shows how demented I was. I wanted to get a job there but yet I talked to my boss this way. I made this comment because Mr. Lostak always listened to Christian music and wore a bracelet that said WWJD (what would Jesus do). He told me his wife or one of his kids had bought it for him). But yet he swore and carried on differently than a Christian would. When I said that to him he said to me you know you're right. Mr. Morris was a witness to this.
Also during October I became obsessed with music. A female coworker named Sheila would change the radio station and when I arrived at work I would just change it to what I wanted to listen to. If I left our office and returned and she had changed the station I would turn it back to what I wanted. I became so agitated that she did this and it got on my nerves to the point that I just turned it off. This is something I would never do. I also turned the volume turned up loud and was constantly changing the station if there was a song I didn't want to hear. It was so loud that Mr. Lostak asked me on several occasions to turn it down. At one point I had the radio on so loud that I didn't even hear the contractors enter our office until I saw them standing there. I listened to the radio in my car very loudly as well. This is something I never do and my husband noticed this because he was going to put gas in my car and he started it and the radio was blaring. I also listened to our stereo at home, which again is something that I never do. I felt like music was talking to me and was dictating my life and I had no patience to listen to a song that I didn't want to hear.
Another bizarre symptom I experienced was aggressiveness. There were certain contractors that conducted business in our office and I had the feeling just be looking at them that I wanted to kill them. I even commented to Mr. Lostak as well as Sheila and Dennis about these certain individuals. I didn't even know these contractors and they had never done anything to me but yet I had these feelings.
The next part of this ordeal relates to the primary suspect, Jeff Wood. As I stated earlier I saw Mr. Wood for the first time around October 1st. He began showing up outside within minutes of my going out to smoke (beginning of stalking behavior). Around this same time Mr. Lostak ceased harassing me about Mr. McDole. (Was Mr. Lostak responsible for letting Mr. Wood know I was outside – he had already tried to fix me up with Mr. McDole). I saw Mr. Wood approximately 4 – 5 times between October 3rd and October 10th. He always had a coworker with him, either Greg, Brian or Robert. Clock times will verify this. He always wore sunglasses, a ball hat and long sleeved coveralls.
He was very quiet and we had very little conversation. He did make some odd comments on the few occasions that he was out there. He said something about a jet in the sky, saying that's the only way to go, let somebody else do the driving. Another comment he made to me was you are working so many hours your husband will never have to work again. He also said he had a nickname for people from Ohio, FIFO (fucking idiots from Ohio) He then said when he worked in Indiana or Illinois they were FIFI (fucking idiots from Indiana-Illinois).
On October 11th I had an outburst at my home at a birthday party for my son. My father and husband got into a small argument. I became enraged saying swear words to my parents that I had never used in front of them. Also prior to this confrontation, instead of spending time with my family and parents in the kitchen, I was in the living room watching TV. After that I went upstairs and cried and wanted to be away from everyone.
Upon going to work at 2:00 PM ON October 11th, which was two hours later than usual, I clocked in, went into my office, put my stuff down and then immediately went back outside to smoke. I didn't say anything to my supervisors, not hi or anything. I came back in and less than 5 minutes went by and Mr. Wood showed up in my office, no paperwork or anything with him. He asked me did I want to go smoke. I said I was just out there. He said so what. So I thought what the hell and went outside again. Clock times will show proof. Mind you I really didn't know this person just seeing him on a few occasions before this. Also, how did Mr. Wood know that I had just arrived at work. Did Mr. Lostak call him? Mr. Lostak's door is usually always open and he sees and hears everything. Yet he never said where are you going, you just got here, you're here to work, you were just out there, nothing. Mr. Lostak did not object. He could see me through his office window. When I came back to my office, Mr. Lostak asked me what was wrong and I said it was personal. Mr. Morris was also a witness to this event.
From that day on Mr. Wood began showing up outside the gate to smoke within minutes of the time I arrived there, 2 or 3 times per day. The clock times will show proof of this. Was Mr. Lostack responsible for letting Mr. Wood know I was out there by calling him or was Mr. Wood watching me, I don't know. Also, Mr. Wood had access to our trailer at any time. My bosses went to a meeting every day at 3:00 pm. I would be out of the office to run an errand or use the bathroom and he would have ample time and opportunity to slip something into my coffee cup. I had a very unique coffee cup and sometimes took it outside with me while I smoked. I drank coffee all day long, if it got cold I would just add more to it.
On October 13th I called my home several times between 8 pm and 11pm and left messages on our answering machine sounding frantic. My husband and kids thought it very strange and commented that they wondered what was wrong with me. The next day when my husband asked me about this I told him I thought that he took the kids and left for good.
On Friday, October 16th I woke up early (around 7:30 am – I was having sleeping problems). I woke up my son around 8:30 am and we went to Kmart. I had intentions on exchanging a pair of jeans that I had gotten for my birthday a few weeks earlier as well as buy a few food items for my son. I am a person that hates to shop (you can ask anyone that knows me) but yet somehow I managed to go to the customer service desk and fill out the refund slip, buy several food items for son and buy myself several articles of clothing, just picking up something and throwing it in the cart, not trying anything on. I managed to complete my exchange, make my purchases spending over $130.00 in a 20 minute period. Included in my purchases was a bottle of Tylenol PM which I was taking to control the jitteriness I was felling on a daily basis. We then went to McDonald's and got breakfast to go. I had no appetite.
I proceeded to get ready for work as I had to be there at noon. I was putting on my makeup and I noticed after putting on eye makeup and coverup that I still had big, dark circles under my eyes. I had just purchased a stick of under eye cover up to try to conceal these circles. My husband had just commented to me the evening before that my eyes looked bad and I needed more sleep.
I went to work and as usual Mr. Wood showed up within minutes outside the gate when I had just went outside to smoke. He made a comment about the jacket I was wearing (Ricky Rudd, Nascar driver for Tide). I told him my husband and son were going to Florida to see the upcoming race. I did not tell him they had left or when the race was. Mr. Wood came into my office around 6:30 or 7 pm. He was dropping off daily time sheets. After making a Xerox copy of these slips he walked by me and then said, what's a nice girl like you doing here? You should be out partying. I said I have work to do. He said come on let's go. I said no, maybe some other time. Mr. Wood was kind of a geeky looking guy that I had absolute no interest in. I am a married woman and I was just trying to blow him off without hurting his feelings. He looked at me and said very strongly “NO” and he walked out the door. Let me mention, prior to this ( about a week earlier) I had told Mr. Lostak and Mr. Morris that my husband was taking our son to Florida for the races for his 18th birthday and I had never said anything to Mr. Wood until that very afternoon, but never mentioning that they had left to go. Yet here he was inviting me out on Ashland Refinery premises and he knew I was married. Both Mr. Lostak and Mr. Morris were present when this took place.
When I got home on that Friday night around 12:15 am I took my son to Taco Bell. I don't remember what I ordered to eat and remember taking only a few bites. Here I was just finishing a 12 hour shift with nothing to eat all day yet again I had no appetite. I then went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately.
I woke up early on Saturday, October 17th and began drinking coffee. My son was still sleeping. I got ready for work and arrived at noon again having nothing to eat before I left. Mr. Wood along with one of his coworkers again showed up shortly after I had went outside to smoke. Clock times will show this continuous, stalking behavior. He made no mention of the previous invitation of the night before. He showed up on a couple more occasions when I was outside. When he entered my office on that Saturday evening some time after 6pm, he said nothing to me. He just stared at me with an evil glare. In my mind I thought that he was obsessed with me but when I look back I think there was something wrong with him. Around 8 pm I asked my bosses if I can leave around 8:30 pm. I wasn't feeling right and was restless and agitated and felt like I wanted to get out of there. I also wanted to go home and watch the race as my husband and son and I was an avid race fan, although I didn't mention this to my bosses. They said I could leave.
I then proceeded to drive home ( a 10-minute drive). When I got to the last intersection before my street, I made a left turn and decided on the spur of the moment that I was going to get myself a 12-pack of beer. This is something I have never before done in my life. I pulled in the driveway and noticed my stepson's vehicle in the driveway. I went in the house and put the beer in the refrigerator. My stepson had spent the day with my 17 year old son and was just getting ready to leave. He said something to the effect what are you so happy about. (He would later tell my husband that I seemed euphoric). I had to go out and move my vehicle so that he could leave. I thanked him for taking Brad with him and he left.
I then sat in the kitchen and opened a beer and turned on the stereo and began listening to the radio. (Which again is something that I never do). I was constantly changing stations because I became so agitated and impatient when there was a song that I didn't want to listen. My son was in the room watching TV. I then went and got some cassette tapes and began picking and choosing through them. My son was complaining that I was playing the music too loud. I proceeded to drink another beer and a half and played music until about 10:30 pm, telling my son just one more song. I only drank 2-1/2 beers in a 2 hour period but yet I felt like I was totally blasted. I then went in the living room and laid down on my bed. My son was watching something on TV and I told him to turn on the race. After all, my son and my husband was there. But by the time I got home I didn't even care about the race. My son then turned the channel, which I watched for about 15 minutes and passed out. My son woke me up sometime after midnight because he had ordered a pizza and had it delivered. I got up and ate one piece (that was the only thing I had eaten all day). I then went right back to bed until I received a phone call from my husband who had just gotten back from the races. I remember him asking me something about the end of the race but I was not able to answer him because I had watched very little of it. In my mind I thought he was mad at me. After he hung up I immediately went back to sleep.
I woke up early again the next morning. The first thing I did was drink coffee and take 3 Tylenol PM's to control the jitters. I was also brushing my teeth about three times and rinsing my mouth out with the mouthwash because my breath was so bad. I then went to work at noon.
It is now Sunday, October 18th. When I went out to smoke on one occasion in mid afternoon, Mr. Wood again showed up within minutes of the time that I arrived. This time he was alone which was unusual. The only time he had ever been alone was previous Sunday, when he showed up in my office shortly after I had arrived at 2 pm. He asked me how I was doing and then asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. I said okay without any hesitation. I really can't explain why, it was like someone else was talking and I was watching. It was common practice for contractors to go out to dinner and take other contractors with them. Mr. Wood had boasted how he had not spent a dime of his own money since coming to Canton to work. But this was not common for me. When my bosses had asked me to go to dinner a few weeks earlier, I said no. It is not that I am antisocial it is rather that I chose not to associate with coworkers outside the workplace
I had mentioned to my husband that week before he left for Florida that Tanya wanted to take me out to dinner and charge it to the company. This was totally out of character for me. I had also told Mr. Lostak that Tanya wanted to take me out for a business dinner. (I believe it was at that time that Mr. Lostak made the derogatory comments about Tanya that I had mentioned earlier). It was like he was discouraging me not to go anywhere with her. Was this due to the fact that he was trying to set me up with Mr. Wood. My husband told me that he would take me out to dinner when he got back. He told me that I brought the subject of Tanya taking me out on several occasions, but I only remember mentioning it once. How and when was I going out to dinner. I was working seven days a week 12 noon to 12 midnight.
On the next occasion when I was outside smoking, Mr. Wood showed up alone again. He commented that he wanted to stop by his room and take a shower. I said that was okay.
On the next occasion, Mr. Wood came by the office and asked me to go outside and smoke with him. Clock times will verify this. I asked him where we were going to go and he said “I really want to stop at my room and take a shower”. I said okay, I'll go with you. He then said I can't believe you said that to me, a shy quiet girl like you. In my mind I don't think anything I said was so shocking as to give him that reaction. He then said “I want to give you a shower”. I said I don't want a shower, I don't need a shower. Mr. Wood said he would come by my office when he was done working. I had asked my bosses if I could leave early, not saying what time or where I was going. They didn't question me but said okay, even though they had let me leave early that previous night.
Mr. Wood came into my office and asked me if I was ready to go. I said yes. Both my bosses were present in their office and the door was open. Mr. Wood proceeded to go out the trailer door closest to my boss's door. I went in to tell my bosses that I was leaving. Mr. Morris asked me to do some small task before I left which I did but I don't remember what it was. I then left and walked outside. Mr. Wood was in his vehicle and was going to be clocked out by the security guard and I had to walk through the clock gates. Clock times will verify this because there is a different code letter assigned to the hand scanners used by the guards then at the clock gates. Mr. Lostak's window provides a plain view of the in and out gates. As I approached Mr. Wood's vehicle I was unsteady on my feet. When I went to open the vehicle door I had a hard time. I was very shaky and reached over with my left hand to shut the door. We then proceeded to leave the premises. My car was still in the parking lot and I'm sure Mr. Lostak and Mr. Morris both saw it there.
The first thing I noticed was how dark it seemed. I thought to myself maybe the windows were tinted but then I also knew that I was having that same sensation when I was in my own vehicle. The next thing I noticed was Mr. Wood. This is the first time I seen him without a hat on. He was almost bald, that's how much I don't know about this person. Yet here I am in a strange vehicle with an almost stranger not even knowing where I am going. I asked Mr. Wood if I could smoke and where was the ashtray. He reached and open the ashtray on the dashboard and said that's what car washes are for. I was extremely nervous and was so cold. It felt like the air conditioning was on.
There was very little conversation. Out of the blue, Mr. Wood reached over and grabbed my finger. I thought this was an odd gesture and was not expecting it. He told me that he had been thinking about me and not been able to sleep. At that point I still didn't realize what was going on or how I came to be where I was.
We arrived at what turned out to be the Comfort Inn. Mr. Wood pulled behind the building and shut off his vehicle. He exited and came to my door and opened it. I exited the vehicle and followed. He opened the back door and had to use a key card to open the inner door. We went down the hallway and proceeded to his room. Upon entering Mr. Wood immediately went and sat down in a recliner and turned on the TV. He made a strange comment about the picture on the wall, It had some vases with flowers in them. He said something to the effect that he stayed in motels all over the country and there is the same picture in every room.
He also had a strange movie on TV. I later learned it was called “Kiss the Girls” which is about someone that abducts and kills girls.
I sat down on the foot of the bed because there was nowhere else to sit. I smoked a cigarette and then got up to go to the bathroom. I returned and sat down and smoked another cigarette. I felt so awkward as there was no conversation taking place and I felt so cold. Mr. Wood did not get up and go take a shower and did not mention dinner. Instead he said why don't you go take your jacket off. It had been raining and it was damp. I got up and took it off and went to lay it on the dresser which was totally empty. As I went to do this it fell on the floor. I thought to myself how could I miss this, there was nothing else on it.
Shortly after this Mr. Wood approached me. To me it seemed like a big shadow coming over me. He began kissing me. I immediately noticed how dry his mouth was as was mine. Up to that point I had never kissed this person, had any physical contact with him and no words were ever exchanged to indicate that I had any interest in him other than a friend and coworker. Yet here I was trapped in his room. His face was very rough. His touch felt like sandpaper. Although I did not resist, I did not feel right. He even made a comment to me that I was shaking and needed to relax. He proceeded to undress me even taking off my shoes. He did not touch me in a normal fashion avoiding my body like he didn't know what he was doing. I was feeling no sexual excitement but felt like a robot. He proceeded to get on top of me began performing sexual intercourse. There were no words from him, no noise, no change in rhythm, nothing. After maybe 10 minutes or so, I'm not really sure because I had no concept of time. It was like time was dragging. He got up and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom even though I don't know if anything happened or not. He returned from the bathroom with two glasses of water and handed one to me. I did not ask for it and I went to take a sip and noticed that it was lukewarm like it had been sitting for awhile. While we were laying there I heard a strange noise. After hearing it about 5 times I asked him what it was. Mr. Wood said it was his wife paging him, when his pager was on the other side of the room. I don't know who was really calling him, was it Mr. Lostak? There should be records from the paging company to verify who, when and where this call came from. I didn't even know that he had a pager.
I went to the bathroom because I assumed Mr. Wood was going to use the phone. I did not use the bathroom but stood in there for several minutes like I was hiding. But what was I hiding from. When I returned Mr. Wood had moved over to the other side of the bed. Although I did not hear anything, the phone call Mr. Wood made was very important. Did he really call his wife, or did he call Mr. Lostak or one of his coworkers? Hotel outgoing phone records will show where he really called. He had put something in the glass of water he had given me to try to make me pass out.
At this time it was about 9:45 pm as I kept looking at the clock and it felt like time was standing still. As I laid back down Mr. Wood began to stroke my face, arms and legs very lightly. This is something I could never tolerate because it feels like bugs are crawling on me, yet I had no sensation I was numb. He then attempted to go to sleep. I felt like I was in a bad dream. I had no where to go, no car to leave in. I asked Mr. Wood to get up because I wanted to go. He said you can just stay here. I said no I have to go home. I asked him two more times and he didn't respond. Finally I got up and dressed myself and then he finally got up. We proceeded to go to his vehicle. The ride back to my vehicle which was still at the Ashland Refinery was extremely awkward Mr. Wood pulled on to a little side road right before the parking lot and dropped me off. I felt like I was being dropped off by a taxi cab. I got in my car and left. Mr. Wood did not even wait to see if I had gotten into my vehicle safely. As I got onto the freeway as I was driving I had the strange sensation that I could not keep up with the traffic around me.
I then arrived at home and immediately turned on the stereo. It was around midnight and my 17 year old son was up and had a friend staying over night. I failed to mention that earlier in the day I had spoken with my son on 2 or 3 occasions and he asked me if his friend Bill could stay over night. I asked why does Dustin want to stay over night. He said no, Mom, not Dustin, Bill. That shows how disoriented I was. I opened a beer and began drinking I asked my son and his friend if they wanted a beer. I proceeded to give them each 2 beers which is something that I never do. First of all it is against the law, second it was a school night. I then asked them if they wanted to stay home from school and I was trying to think up an excuse for them. My son's friend was worried that they would get in trouble so I told them that they could just go to school late. I called the school and told them that my son and his friend were going to be late I woke them up and took them to school around 9:30 am. School records will verify that they were late that day. I went home and got ready and went to work at noon. On the first occasion I saw Mr. Wood out smoking, he again showed up within minutes of the time I arrived. Clock times will verify this. The first thing he asked me was how I slept the previous night. Why did he want to know? Had he slipped something into the water he had given. I did of see a prescription bottle on the dresser in his room. He made no mention of what had happened the previous night. He continued to show up and now was even bold enough to call me or stop by my office and ask me to go smoke with him. He no longer had any of his coworkers with him.
On Tuesday, October 20th when I was outside smoking with me, he asked me Ashland Refinery premises if I would go to his room. He said he was going to dinner and would be back around 8:30pm. I said I didn't know if I could get off work. As we were walking and I was getting ready to enter my trailer, he said here is the number for the Comfort Inn. Call me and ask for room 116 or ask for me by name. He said hurry up and go write it down. I asked my boss if I could leave early again and they did not object. Had Mr. Wood already let them know his plans, I didn't know. It seems very strange that they would allow me to leave early 3 out of 4 days. I called Mr. Wood's room 3 times before I finally got a hold of him. He told me to park in front of the building and go in through the mail lobby. I drove there although I felt like I didn't know where I was going even though I have lived in this area all my life. I went into the hotel and went down the hall until I found his room. The door was a little ajar like he was waiting for me. This first thing I said was how paranoid I felt. He then said paranoia is good for you, it keeps you one step ahead of the game. He told me to make sure the hasp was shut on the door. I really don't understand how he had this control over me. He then approached me and began the same routine as Sunday night. But I still was feeling the same apprehension, no sexual feelings, just numbness. After he was done he began talking about all kind of things. He told me how much he loved his wife and he could talk to her about anything. He said he might even tell her about this event. But then in the next sentence hw said if she ever cheated on him, he would leave her. He then said to me I know you feel bad about this but don't tell your husband. I had told him that I had never done anything like this and I had been with the same man for 20 years. He said neither had he. He told me he had been married before and had a stepson. He said he had a foreign exchange student from Germany living with him that played football and he had to miss all his games because he was here working. He said he had neighbor kids in and out of his house all of the time but that he would never have kids of his own because he was too selfish. He told me his wife's father had died last year and that she had a sister he didn't like. He told me his wife's father had died last year and that she had a sister he didn't like. He mentioned something about Dennis being gay. He said that he had a brother that wasn't married. He said he's not gay , he just works all the time. He said he liked having women for friends and had some lesbian coworkers. He said women were so easy to talk to. I told him that I like women, which is something I would never do. This is something it took me 10 years to tell my husband. He told me he had put an addition on his house so he could get his garage back. He said his wife like to do stained glass and was taking up his whole garage. He bragged about how he was spent several thousand dollars to have a dresser refinished. I was feeling very uncomfortable and extremely used which I feel was his whole purpose for getting me to go his room. I said I was leaving. He didn't even move. I abruptly left. As I was driving home, I was crying uncontrollably. I couldn't figure out how I had gotten my self into this situation and it was at this point that I began having my first thoughts of suicide. I thought about driving into a bridge abutment or into a tree. I even thought about trying to rob somewhere so that I would get shot by police. What was I so worried about. My husband was still in Florida. I didn't realize that drugs were even a factor at that time. I didn't know what was wrong. I thought I was going through the change of life or maybe I had a split personality.
Before I went to work the next day, I stopped at Fisher Foods to buy a few things. This was my second trip there in less than a week. I had to buy pop, yet I was buying my second 12 pack of coke in less then a week. I also bought cookies, candy and more Tylenol PM to control the shakiness I was experiencing. When I was in the store I felt like everybody was looking at me. When I went to work I had this very same feeling. I even mentioned this to Mr. Wood and he said nobody knows about this unless you say something because I didn't tell anybody. I felt like I was the bad person and all I had done was tell someone I would go out to dinner, that someone was Mr. Wood and he took advantage of me because he knew he could get away with it because he had drugged me.
On Thursday, October 22nd I went to work as usual. When I was outside smoking Mr. Wood commented about the shirt I was wearing. It was a Valvoline racing shirt. He said did your husband come back and bring you a shirt? That's how much he knows about me. I am not letting him no anything about my personal life. I said no he is not back. That evening I received a call at work from Mr. Wood. He began asking me sexually explicit questions. What do you like to do sexually? Do you like oral sex? I want to feel your mouth on me. You hide yourself from me. I want to explore your body. I really want you to come to my room. What am I supposed to do with this hard on? I did not answer his questions and told him I was not coming to his room. I hung up the phone and began to cry. Mr. Lostak came out of his office and asked me to do something. He noticed I was crying and asked me what was wrong. I told him it was personal. Here I am crying again. This is another side effect of the drugs, mood swings. I am a private person that doesn't show how I'm feeling, yet I can't control these emotional ups and downs. I went home from work at midnight. I went to sleep for a couple of hours and woke up around 6 am when my son was getting ready for school. I fell back asleep and did not wake up until my husband and son arrived home from Florida around 8 am. The first thing my husband said was how bad my eyes looked. He said the same thing before he left and I noticed that I had big dark circles under my eyes, but I always attributed that to lack of sleep, not to the fact that someone was drugging me. I had also been experiencing the sensation of something in my eye like an eyelash during the week my husband was in Florida and even looked in my compact mirror at work but there was nothing there. I had also caught myself popping my lips together and I didn't know why but I learned this is also a side effect of drugs. My husband noticed that I had bruises on my arms and legs and I didn't know were they came from. This is another side effect from drugs. I went to work on Friday, October 23rd and got off early, around 9 pm. The reason for this was that I was scheduled to work from 6 am to 6 pm for the next few days. On October 24th I went to work at 6 am. When I went out on my first smoke break sometime after 7 am who shows up, Mr. Wood again. How did he know I changed my work schedule? I never told him.
I got of that evening at 6 pm. I came home after 12 hours and did not eat anything. I just wanted something to drink because I was so thirsty. My husband was at a friends and asked me to pick him up sometime after 8pm. I took my 17 year old with me and I remember thinking while I was driving that I should have brought a can of pop with me. When I arrived there they were drinking beer. I was thirsty so I asked for a beer. I drank a few sips but this was not quenching my thirst so I gave the rest of it to my son. Here I am again giving beer to my son. I asked my husband's friend, Keith Carpenter if he had any pop. He went upstairs and brought me a can. When I took a drink off it, I commented that it was warm. They were talking about getting more beer. I volunteered to go and get them more beer which is something I would not do. I had just worked 12 hours and had to be up the next morning at 5 am. Any other time I would just want to go home. We finally left and returned home sometime around midnight. I went and laid on my bed and my husband was playing the stereo, something he always did when he was drinking. He then came in our room and began talking to me. He was drunk and was talking about and old girlfriend. I told him that nobody ever made me happy like an old girlfriend I use to have. This is something I would never do. I was speaking what was in mind and I don't even remember what I was saying. Another side effect of drugs. My husband came and laid down on the bed. We were talking and he was saying you are not going to work, you are going to stay here and take care of me sexually. I went to lay my arm across him and he moved it away he got up to go use the bathroom. I then got out of bed, grabbed my keys and ran out of the house, no shoes on, no jacket, nothing. I thought in my mind this was my opportunity to get away. What was I trying to get away from? There was nothing going on. My mind was so screwed that I didn't know what was happening. When I left the house my husband's truck was parked in the driveway. I proceeded to drive to the Sheriff's department. When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed how dark it was. I pulled up and even the lobby looked dark. I thought how could it, be closed. I thought maybe there was somewhere else you had to go after hours. I then left. When I went to pull out I almost pulled into the wrong lane of traffic. I then drove to the Apples store and called 911 from a pay phone. I told them that I wanted them to go with me to my house so I could get some clothes. I also called my mother and told her I was probably going to go to my sister Julie's house. When the Sheriff's arrived I sat in the back of the police car. I told them that I told my husband that I liked girls and that he got mad. I said that I wanted them to come with me to my house so I could get clothes and I could leave. In my mind I thought my husband was mad at me but he didn't even know what was going on or why I left. I followed the Sheriff's to my house. I again had the felling while driving that I could not keep up with them. When we arrived at my house I pulled in the driveway. I was so confused that I didn't even realize my husband's truck was gone. I had the Sheriff's go into my house and look for my husband and the children but they were not there. I proceeded to turn on the light and started putting some clothes in paper bags. They noticed that there were gun clips on the end table and said that they were brownings. My husband didn't even know that they were there because his friend had given them to my 17 year old son to give to him. My son had helped my husband's friend while he was in Florida take some items to a gun show as he was a licensed dealer and had his own store. I began taking clothes out of my drawer. Mind you I had the light on but yet I took items that I would never wear. For example an old yellow strap shirt that I haven't worn for years, some raggy underwear and socks, as well as some good socks and underwear. I felt like the Sheriff's were watching my every move and that I was taking up there time. I went into the bathroom and started taking stuff out of the bathroom cabinet, makeup, curlers, tampax and pads (even though I was not even on my period) as well as the Tylenol Pm. I could not be without them, yet I didn't even take my toothbrush. I wasn't concerned about my kids or anything that is how far out of it I was. At that time it was around 5 am and I left my house. I told the Sheriff's I had to go to work and they did not follow me. I proceeded to get on rt 30 west but I still didn't know were I was going I got of the freeway and drove to Tuscarawas and started to drive west. I figured I could get a motel room somewhere and I would be able to keep the room until the next day. That way I could go to work to change the clocks (the time had changed the previous night) and then I could come back to my room and kill myself with Tylenol and razor blades. I stopped at the first place I saw witch was the Perry Inn. I checked in and was told after I paid almost $40 that I had to be out by 11 am. It was already after 5 am and that ruined my whole plan. It just shows the state of mind I was in. I had to be at work at 6 am and I basically paid $40 to change my clothes. I could have went to my sisters or my mothers. I went to work and my husband was there with his sister. He wanted me to come home so we could talk. He said he was going to take the boys and leave. I told him I didn't care. I just wanted away from everybody. I told the security guard if my husband came back not to let him in.
October 26th
I saw Mr. Wood outside after I was at work about an hour. I told him that I had left home. He asked me were I was going to go. I told him I didn't know. He then said you didn't tell him anything or something like that, I don't remember his exact words. That was the last I saw of Mr. Wood until the next day. Coincidentally Mr. Lostak was not at work that day either. When Mr. Morris came to work I told him that me and my husband had a fight but I did not tell him any details. By the time I left at the end of the day I didn't know what to think. I was so out of it. I hadn't had any sleep and I didn't care about anything or anybody. I went home and went to bed. My husband couldn't figure out while all this was going on and I couldn't explain why I had left. I felt so guilty and I just wanted to be away from my family. When drugs are involved nothing is going to make sense.
I went to work on the following day. I saw Mr. Wood and he told me that he went to the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland and that he bought 3 shirts for his family. Mr. Lostak's wife and family came to visit him over this weekend and I later learned that he had also gone to Rock Hall of Fame. Maybe it's just a coincidence but it sure appears strange that both of these individuals were missing on the same day and they happen to be from the same area in Texas (although I did not even know this until after my job assignment ended). My husband called me at work that day and wanted me to come home for lunch which I did that's the only time I had left the premises since turnaround started other then the 2 occasions I had gone with Mr. Wood. The only places I ever went was work and home. I remember my husband looking so sad but it was like it didn't phase me. I just wanted to be away from him as well as my kids and the rest of my family. On Tuesday October 27th my husband asked me about the clothes I had taken out of here when I had left the night before. He said what was wrong with you. I didn't even remember what I had taken. During the next few days I didn't see Mr. Wood as much. But he continued to call me on the phone or stop bye the office to ask me to go smoke with him. It was like he was trying to divert my attention away from my husband. I even called him a few times. In my warped mind I thought he really liked me. I continued to become even more agitated and was making mistakes in my work unable to concentrate and not even able to keep up with my work load even though it was decreasing because turnaround was coming to an end in a few more weeks. I remember having severe lower leg cramps, backaches and headaches. The leg pain was so severe that my husband had to rub them I had also awoke in the middle of the night during that week soaking wet. These symptoms we would later learn are side effects of drugs.
My husband spoke to his friend Keith Carpenter on Wednesday, October 28th. His friend commented to my husband, what was wrong with your wife on Saturday night. He noticed I wasn't my normal self and he has known me for several years. Mr. Wood called me on to more occasions between October 28th and October 31st inviting me to come to his room which I refused to do. Hotel phone records will show that he was calling me at work. Clock times will also verify that I remained at work.
Because of my strange behavior my husband had gotten a voice activated tape recorder from his mother. He proceeded to tape record a conversation where I am either speaking in a monotone voice or I am agitated. The things I am saying are totally inappropriate. During these same few days my husband noticed some strange involuntary muscle and facial movements that I was unaware of. We would later learn that this is called tardive dyskinesia which is another side effect of drugs.
On Saturday, October 31st when I went to work, Mr. Lostak was cleaning up and wiping things off in the office. He told me that I needed to get my things that I had gotten from the contractors and take them home. This included some cups, a hat and a Tshirt. While Mr. Lostak was going through the filing cabinet there was a phone that he had brought with him from Houston. He asked me did I want it and I said yes. I had put all my stuff in a box and he placed the phone with it and I took it out to my car. When I brought these items home my husband knew something was wrong. He said that I wasn't going to get a job there and I said yes I was. I was totally clueless about what was about to happen to me.
Also on Friday, October 30th my husband asked me if there was anything in my purse that I didn't want him to see. I proceeded to dump everything out. If I was rational and was trying to hide something I would have never done this. In my purse were time slips for the weeks ending October 18th and 25th as well as the slip for the present week. These time slips showed I was missing from work October 18th and 20th and were supposed to be mailed to Business and Office Personal already. That's how out of it I was. My husband confronted me that evening about the times I was missing. I told him he was fucking crazy even when he showed them to me. My time slips as well as those of my coworker, Dennis Davis are supposed to be mailed in on a weekly basis but in my state of mind I had completely forgotten to do this.
Getting back to the confrontation, my husband asked me where I was on those to occasions. I told him that I had went out with Tanya and had a few beers. He asked me where I went and I told him Pal Joey's. he knows I don't go to bars and I don't like to drink but that was the end of the conversation.
On Sunday, November 1st when I saw Mr. Wood outside smoking I told him that my husband found my time slips and wanted to know were I was during those times. I said I had been out with a woman but I didn't specify who. Mr. Wood said you're not going to tell him about this. What was I going to tell my husband. I was so far out of it, I didn't know what had happened. He made me feel like I was at fault when he was the one instigating this entire event by drugging me.
Later on that day I was talking to my husband on the phone at work. He had went out into the garage and had accidentally stepped on one of our kittens and it went into convulsions and died. I began to cry. A little while later I left work and came home and began crying again. I felt like this cat dieing was my fault and punishment for what I had thought I had done.
My husband then asked me about the layout of Pal Joey's as he had talked to his brother who had been there before. When I wasn't able to tell him he wanted to know what was going on. I told him that I didn't go there but had gone to the Residence Inn were Tanya was staying. My husband new I had an attraction to women so he believed me. He now wanted to meet Tanya. Now I was really grasping at straws. I was actually taking things that I was seeing and hearing going on around me and trying to make some kind of reality out of it.
On Monday, November 2nd when I went to work Dennis Davis was still there. He told me that this was Mr. Wood's last day and he was going to go and say good bye to him. I said that I would go with him. Mr. Lostak doesn't say, hey where are you going? Instead it's ok. I had never been to Mr. Wood's trailer that's how little I know about this person but I wanted to know what was going on. He never told me he was leaving. We went to Mr. Wood's trailer and he was sitting at his desk. There was one other chair and Dennis sat down. Dennis began talking to him and asking when he was going to leave. He said he was already packed and he wasn't sure if he was leaving that night or the next morning. He said it was an 18 hour trip. I was feeling very uncomfortable and wanted to get out of there. I said that I was leaving to go smoke. Mr. Wood then kicked the door open and lit up a cigarette. Dennis and I also lit a cigarette. This is a definite violation smoking inside the refinery but it was like nobody could tell him what he could do. I then said I was leaving and Mr. Wood got up and gave me a bag with some hats in it. He said to give them to my bosses, Mr. Lostak and Mr. Morris. I left and went back to my office. When I gave Mr. Lostak the hats he told me to go back to Mr. Wood's trailer and see if he had any more of a certain type of hat because there was only one. Why didn't he call on or go down there himself. I went back there and asked Mr. Wood and he said he did not have anymore hats. I then returned to my office.
A little while later Mr. Wood showed up in our office and went into my bosses office. He was talking to Mr. Lostak like they were old friends. Up to that point he had never spent any time in my bosses office but here they were talking like they were buddies. Mr. Lostak then asked Mr. Wood, when are you taking us out to dinner. Mr. Wood said whenever you want to go. This was a dig against me because this is how this all started. Whatever happened to dinner. Here is this so called nice guy that is the head of his company, who is supposed to be a representative that is held to higher standards and set an example for others that managed to coerce me by drugging me which is an unspeakable act and he was just going to skate out of Ohio. He didn't even acknowledge me or say goodbye when he finally left.
I called him at his room that evening. I was so confused and distraught and I wanted to know what was going on. I asked him how did all this happen. He didn't even acknowledge that anything had happened. He didn't have anything to say and acted like I was bothering him. I asked him what am I supposed to do. He said do what your mind tells you to do. What kind of comment is that? Was he trying to get me to kill myself?
If it wasn't for postal services I would have never been placed in this position. I have been made a victim twice. These people need to be held accountable both personally and financially. I want and deserve justice!!
On Tuesday, November 3rd after arriving at work I received a call from Debbie from Business and Office Personnel. She informed me that my assignment would be over on November 4th I was in shock over this and I had no clue it was coming. She just happened to call around 3pm when my bosses were out of there office for a daily meeting. I couldn't believe this. Mr. Lostak had led me to believe that I was going to be working there for at least and additional 2 or 3 weeks. A girl named Jeannie was brought into our office and I was supposed to train her. She was present when I received this phone call from Debbie and she saw me crying after I hung up. (here I am crying again).
Earlier in September a coworker named Karen was terminated in the same way only she received a call at home. At that time I told my bosses, don't ever do that to me. I said if you want to get rid of me tell me to my face. But they managed to do the same thing to me. They kept my male coworker, Dennis Davis, who started after me. Is it just a coincidence that Debbie from Business and Office Personnel and Dennis have the same last name.
When I was outside smoking later that afternoon I saw a time keeper named Vonda from Construction Turnaround Services. Vonda stayed in the same hotel as Tanya from McCarl's. She told me that Tanya had a guy staying in her room with her and she didn't think it was right because she was married and had 3 little kids at home. Vonda was in her vehicle on the way out. I approached her and told her I was being terminated. I was crying yet again. Why was I so emotional? Why didn't I just get mad and walk out of there. She would later tell my husband I was crying all the time because of all the problems I was having but I don't remember saying anything to her about problems or crying.
Now my mind was really racing. My job was coming to an end, my husband was expecting to meet Tanya. I felt like I was falling apart. I began thinking about asking contractors from different states to take me out of Ohio. I didn't care about my family, my kids or anything. I just wanted to get away. Yet I had my own car and could have left at anytime.
I reported for work on Wednesday, November 4th, my last day. I pretty much didn't do any work because I was not able to concentrate. I was just walking around in a daze. I abandoned the idea of having someone take me out of state and began concentrating on suicide. I didn't want to hurt my family but I felt I deserved to die for what I had done. I wrote a suicide note while I was at work. I had went into my bosses office and I saw a fax from Mr. Wood. I made a copy of it. On it was his company address on pager number. That's how much I didn't know about him. I didn't even know were he was from in Texas or have his pager number yet I had gone to his motel room and had sex with him. It makes no sense. Around 5 pm I asked Mr. Lostak if I could leave. He said is all the work done. I said I really don't give a fuck.
I went home from work that day and I didn't tell my husband that my job had ended. I told him that I had to be at work at 7:30 am the following morning. I was planning on leaving my husband the suicide note and the fax with Mr. Wood's pager number. But he ended up getting up with me that morning which is something he usually doesn't do. I then thought ill just drive south on 77 and get a motel room and kill myself and leave the suicide note and fax. I was even going to take my cat, Biggie with me. I left home and went to the gas station on Harrison and filled up my tank. I took $300 out of the ATM and then got on 77 south. I couldn't deal with all the thoughts in my mind and didn't want my husband to worry so I went to a pay phone on Cleveland Avenue South and called and told him that I had never been anywhere with Tanya but had had an affair with a man and now I was going to kill myself.
Somehow he convinced me to come back home. In the meantime he had called the Sheriff's department and told them that I had threatened suicide. He also called the Ashland Refinery to try to find out what was going on. I had told Dennis the previous day that I was leaving home and I didn't know where I was going or what I was going to do. I told him that I knew my husband would call there when he learned I hadn't showed up for work. As I was driving back home I stopped at the bottom of the road I live on and tore up the suicide note and fax and threw them out the window. I figured now my husband knew what happened and I didn't need to leave a note. Shortly after I got home the Sheriff's came to my home to find out what was going on. They wanted to take me to the Crisis Center, but I didn't want to go. I wasn't going to let them know what I was planning to do.
My husband and I spent the day talking and the whole time I had a bottle of pills in my pocket just waiting for the right opportunity to take them. Although my husband and son were pressuring me to tell them who the person I had been with was (I felt this whole thing was my fault and I had torn up the suicide note and fax – a couple weeks later we went down the road and spent more then an hour on our hands and knees retrieving these torn up pieces which we have). I was just waiting for the right time to take these pills. I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up. I ended up going into the bathroom and began taking handfuls of these pills in the late afternoon. Shortly after doing so my husband received a call from his sister who had some devastating news about something that had happened to her daughter. About the same time the Sheriffs again showed up at my home to check up on me. Because of the news I had just learned about my niece I told them that I had taken a bunch of pills. I was taken by Aultman Hospital by ambulance. I don't remember much about the next or so. The following day the doctor approached my husband and asked him if I took drugs, specifically tricyclic antidepressants. He then came and asked me the same question. First of all neither one knew what a tricyclic antidepressant was. Second, I was in total shock because I knew I had taken nothing but Tylenol PM and I was being accused of taking drugs. I have numerous blind drug screens for previous jobs. In addition I was in a position to be called back to the post office at any time and would never jeopardize that by taking anything. I do not take any drugs other than over the counter medication. The doctor said they would take more blood and do a follow-up drug screen.
But unbeknownst to us the doctor was questioning me about these drugs and he had already done three drug screens and they all showed levels of tricyclic antidepressants. When I was interviewed by the psychiatrist and the Crisis Center in the hospital I was never asked anything about these drugs.
The doctor was telling my husband that they might put me in a psychiatric ward at Aultman Hospital or send me to Massillon State but they ended up releasing me on November 8th under the condition that my husband be responsible. They let me walk right out of my room in intensive care with no shoes, no wheelchair to the exit, I was not even escorted to the exit by any hospital personnel. I was just aloud to walk right out of there. Even though over the last 4 days I hadn't walked more then 8 feet to use the bathroom because I was hooked up to I.V.'s and monitors.
A few days later we went back to the hospital to request copies of these drug screens. We were told that it would cost so much per page and that we could get them from the doctor's office for nothing. We contacted the doctor's office and were given the runaround for 2 weeks. We spoke with a lab technician from Aultman Hospital because we wanted confirmation about the results of these drug screens and were told that they were accurate. We then spoke with the lab director, Carol Young and were told the same thing, that these drugs were in my system. That means only one thing that someone was drugging me. We have done a lot of reading and research and this is not the type of drug were you get a level from one pill. You have to be on them for several weeks for this to happen. That explains my strange behavior, all the physical systems I was experiencing that I had no explanation for, all the bizarre movements and outbursts my husband, family and friends had witnessed. Even my obsession with suicidal thoughts and actual attempt is result from side effects from these drugs, However, no sooner had Carol Young told me that is was impossible that this was a mistake, that these drugs were in my system she calls me back 20 minutes later and said it could be a cross reaction. She became evasive about any further questions we had for her from that point on. I have had pap tests in the past that have come back with false positives and upon retest have always been negative. I can see one test being a mistake, maybe even two but three tests are not a mistake. Why are they lying? Who are they trying to protect? Why had the Sheriff's department never mention they had been to my house on the morning of my suicide attempt because I had threatened to commit suicide earlier that morning. Why is that not included as part of the hospital record? They came to the hospital with the ambulance. They knew what was going on, yet there is no mention of that.
My husband contacted the manufactures of Tylenol and Benadryl, the substance included in Tylenol PM and asked them if there products could show a cross reaction for TCA's. in there research going back 10 years there is no incidents where there product showed a cross reaction for TCA's. you can not turn Tylenol PM into a tricyclic antidepressant. Also I am sure that I am not the first case history of a Tylenol PM overdose at Aultman Hospital. Something is not right.
The Sheriff's department came to my home to take a report as I wanted to file charges for being drugged and subsequently raped. I wanted to wait until Mr. Lowe returned to duty so he could take the report, as he had been here on October 25th. And I thought he would be able to attest to my bizarre behavior of that night. However, they refused to send him and instead sent Deputy Brown. I proceeded to file this report on the evening of November 25th. My husband had kept detailed chronological notes of the events that had transpired from the first week of October until my suicide attempt on November the 5th. Deputy Brown told us that the case would be assigned to a detective and someone would contact us.
During my last week I had been so confused and disorientated that I didn't remember what I had done with the coffee cup that I had drank from at work. I thought I had brought it in the house and washed it. I found it under the front seat of my car. My husband immediately put it in a Ziploc bags and called the Sheriff's Department. Deputy Brown was here within 15 minutes and secured it as evidence to be taken to the Stark County Crime Lab for testing. He said it would take approximately 7-10 days. This was on November 29th.
Prior to filing this report, my husband and I went to the library to try and locate Mr. Wood's address and phone number. (Here is another thing that doesn't make sense, I don't even know were the person lives in Texas). We got a printout of all J, Jeff and Jeffrey Woods from the Houston areas as that was near where his company was based according to the fax I had found on November 4th. We also got a printout of all businesses dealing with stained glass as Mr. Wood told me his wife did this. We didn't know if she did this as a hobby or professionally but we were searching for anything to help us. My husband made a few random phone calls and considering the large number of possibilities he happened to get the right number on the third attempt. Our phone bill will document this. When my husband told her what had happened to me she did not had a normal reaction. She was not upset or anything. She wanted to speak to me and the first thing she asked me was how old I was. I told her I was 43 and she said I'm 43 too, happy birthday. That is an abnormal comment to make to someone considering how serious this was. My husband asked her if her husband, Mr. Wood took any medication. She stated that they both took medication for smoking cessation. In our many trips to the library, we had learned that there are some antidepressants used for smoking cessation.
Before we even went to the library, my husband asked me about the symptoms and the way I was feeling and documented what I had said. Then when we go to the library and I read about these drugs I find I have more half the side effects that are described. It is not a coincidence that these drugs were found in my system and Mr. Wood just happens to take medication. As I stated earlier I saw a prescription bottle earlier in Mr. Wood's hotel room but I never suspected that anyone could be so evil as to drug me for there own selfish purposes. I have suffered some type of neurological and/or brain damage do to the side effects that affects my lower left extremities causing numbness and convulsive involuntary movements while I am sleeping. I am also feel extreme guilt over the fact that I was unfaithful to my husband of almost 20 years, even though I know it's not my fault because I was drugged. My husband contacted the Sheriff's Department shortly after I had filed a report with Deputy Brown. We were told that Detective Amendolar had been assigned to the case. However, we were told that he was on vacation.
My husband then contacted the crime lab and told them that because TCA's were found in my blood at Aultman Hospital that they should test for them. He was told that they only test for illegal substances. We were also informed that they had not begun processing the cup.
In the meantime my husband called Detective Amendolar several times during the month of December. He was either not there or on vacation he never contacted us or attempted to do any type of investigation. My husband also called the crime lab to find out if they tested the coffee cup and they told us it had not been started yet. Finally during the last week in December, we were told when calling the crime lab that the cup was done but they could not tell us the results and the cup had been turned over to Detective Amendolar, who was still on vacation until after the 1st of the year. I called Detective Amendolar and he told me there was nothing in the cup. He had never even talked to me regarding this case but he was ready to dismiss it without investigation. My husband asked him if there any fingerprints on the cup and he said no. he continued to tell my husband that there was going to interrogate me about these events and give me a lie detector test and that if I was lying I was going to jail. I am a victim and they have already drawn their own conclusions without even ever had talked to me or done any type of investigation regarding the charges I filed. What is their motive? Who are they trying to protect?
I went to the Sheriff's Department on January 5th and was interviewed bye Detective Amenholder (refer to pages I submitted as to how this interview was conducted). Just be the way he interviewed me it was like it was no big deal, like I should have known better and that I was taking drugs. Also even if I was being drugged, they weren't in the cup and it seemed so trivial to him and I was wasting his time. He was very intimidating and he placed the burden of guilt back on me, he made me feel like because the drugs found in my system was not a “rufie” or something that knocks you out that I was therefore in control. Anyprescription drug (controlled or non-controlled) that is being administered to someone without there knowledge is a felony. When I learned that Detective Amendolar was the one that suggested I leave and go to the Crisis Center. He was supposed to call my husband the following day.
When I got up the next day I waited until my husband was occupied and I went outside and went up the road to a nearby business and called 911 to speak with Detective Amendolar. I asked him to take me to the Crisis Center. He proceeded to tell other deputies that my husband was going psycho. When he got back on the phone, I told him my husband doesn't know what was going on or why I had left. When he arrived at this business he proceeded to chastise me for interrupting these people. He told me to get into his car which I did. He then said that he wanted to go in and talk with my husband so he had me get into a deputy's car and we proceeded to go down the road to my home. Detective Amendolar along with 2 deputies went into my home and left me in the car. Detective Amendolar told my husband that everything I said was a lie and didn't happen. He also told my husband and children that I had alcohol in my system on the day I was admitted to Aultman Hospital for my suicide attempt. This is a total lie which can be verified by the blood test results. He also did a double take when he saw a coffee cup identical to the one that was in the crime lab like he was worried about something.
One of the deputy's returned to the car I was in and proceeded to take me to the Crisis Center. This deputy told me that my husband said that Ashland was nothing but a big fuck fest and that I was screwing everybody over there. This was another lie as my husband had never said this. The deputy also began to question me regarding the person I had been with at Ashland. He wanted to know if he was a worker or a contractor. He asked me were I was going to go and told me my husband was taking the children and going to his mother's. When we arrived at the Crisis Center I was sent into see a counselor named Dee. I was now a total wreck. I told her my husband was controlling because he watched me like a hawk since I had attempted suicide. She is leading me to believe I am a victim of abuse, but the fact is that this counselor from the Crisis Center that had interviewed me while I was in the hospital imposed this condition of my husband to accept responsibility for me in order for me to be released. My husband and children came to the Crisis Center and I told her I didn't want to see them but then changed my mind. It was apparent that the Sheriff's Department and the Crisis Center were trying to drive a wedge between us. They wanted me to believe that my husband was abusive and they wanted my husband to believe that I was a whore that took drugs, neither of which is true.
I left with my family and a few days later we went to the Sheriff's Department and got a copy of Detective Amendolar's report. He proceeded to indicate that this was a domestic issue, that I admitted to consensual sex and that my husband was out to get revenge, all of which was a lie. There were so many lies and things that I never even said. The suspect, Mr. Wood was never contacted even though I provided a home and business phone number which we had obtained thru our research at the library we also learned that the results of the drug testing of the coffee cup had been completed within 4 days of their receiving this cup but they deliberately misled us into believing that they hadn't even begun testing it and held off for over a month. Why? All Detective Amendoler needed to do was say that there wasn't enough evidence to pursue this case. But instead he lied, shifted the blame on me and my husband and tried to make it appear like it was something it wasn't. I had been married 19 years and until I began working at Ashland I had never had the police to my house. Yet during this period they were at my house 3 times.
The Sheriff's Department, particularly Detective Amendolar did not do there job. They need to check the medical and prescription records for Mr. Wood and his wife as well as Mr. Lostak. They need to sit them in a chair and question them. I am ready and willing to take a lie detector test regarding this entire event and if they have nothing to hide they should be subjected to the same thing. They need to be held accountable for there actions and go to jail for their involvement. I have not only been victimized bye these individuals but by the Sheriff's Department and Aultman Hospital.
During the period from October 1st until November 4th, I or my husband had purchased at least 5 bottles of 50 each Tylenol PM. That shows that there is definitely something wrong with me to feel I have to take these pills to combat all the physical symptoms I was experiencing.
WITNESSES
Ashland Refinery Family and Friends
Dennis Davis, Business & Office Personnel Donald Hintz
Sheila, Business & Office Personnel Keith Hintz
Davonne, Business & Office Personnel Brad Hintz
Karen Hinerman, Advanced Temporary Dustin Rohr
Carrie George, Industrial Security Cindy Hintz
Rich Morris, Marathon Ashland Joanne Smith
Janet, Marathon Ashland Donald Schott
Tanya Stajnrajh, McCarl's Rosemary Schott
Vonda McGavern, Construction Turnaround Services Keith Carpenter
Debbie Davis, Business & Office Personnel Bill Hanson
Richard Hickman. Marathon Ashland
Others
Deputy Lowe Dr. Jeff Miller Dr. Kothari
Deputy Rutledge Dr. Williams Carol Young
These are additional statements and events that occurred during the period from approximately October 1st until November 4th:
I witnessed Mr. Lostak give Tanya from McCarl's a pair of handcuffs. (Tanya a married woman with 3 small children at home).
Sometime in mid to late October I lost my ID badge. I always had to have to get in and out of electronic clock gates. Records should indicate when a new one was made. Did Mr. Lostak take it and hide it? Was he playing another game?
There was no EEO poster displayed anywhere in my office.
Mr. Lostak knew that I wasn't going to get a job when he sent me home with articles I had received from contractors as well as a phone he had given me that he brought from Houston. This was company property but he gave it to me.
Mr. Wood made another bizarre comment to me while I was at his room. Sometimes you just have to get naked with somebody.
When Mr. Wood called me on the phone while I was working and called me a morphite (which means butterfly). This happens to be the shape that is imprinted on Haldol, which is an antipsychotic medication. Is this what he was drugging me with?
Mr. Wood called me at work on two more occasions during the last week of October asking me to go to his room. Outoing phone call records from the Comfort Inn will verify this.
Mr. Wood said he hadn't been home since Labor Day yet he did not appear outside to smoke until the 1st week in October. He was probably smoking in his trailer during this time as he had no problem on his last day as I indicated earlier. A coworker of mine named Karen had been there since July and she didn't know who he was. I had talked to her on the phone during January or February.
Mr. Wood had a big scar on his knee. I don't remember which one.
I did not know what Mr. Woods company did.
Mr. Wood had a bottle Bacardi in his room on Sunday, October 18th. He asked me if I wanted some but said that he didn't have anything to mix it with.
My kids always go to school unless they are sick. Why would I keep my son home let alone someone else's child. I should know that the school would call to verify.
Mr. Wood made a comment to me saying you're working so many hours your husband will never have to work again. This was during the 2nd week of October. How did he know how many hours I was working? I never told him. How does he know I'm married?
Mr. Wood only talked to Mr. Morris one time in a 30 day period. I never saw him have any conversation with Mr. Lostak.
On November 1st my husband saw me gumming and making strange movements that I was unaware of. He talked to me later that evening about my daughter who had been adopted out and I was crying again. When I got out of the hospital I told him this conversation had taken place after my suicide attempt.
On a tape recording my husband had from the end of October I ask him if he is going to leave me when all he is doing is going to go buy cigarettes.
Mr. Lostak told Mr. Morris about a waitress/cashier in a restaurant. He was telling him how fine she was and he tried to get her phone number but she wouldn't give it to him.
I have worked for state, county and federal and have never had any problems. I have taken several blind drugs screens including one for my present job and have always passed. I was given prescriptions for antidepressants after I was unjustly terminated from the post office in January 1998 and never had filled them. I recently had a tooth pulled and was given a prescription for pain pills and never had it filled. I do not take drugs.
I spend all my free time with my husband and family. I do not run around on my husband and never would do anything like that.
I had complained to my husband on the day he returned from Florida about my eyes. I told him they felt like they had a film on them and looked shiny in appearance. About a week later I am still talking about my eyes saying it felt like I had an eyelash in one of them. I was also complaining about my hands shaking. I was having problems with my speech, tongue tied, twisting my words around and stuttering. I had been drinking Pepto Bismal every day for the last 3 weeks because I always had an upset stomach.
I was crying when I was in Deputy Lowe's police car in the early morning hours of October 26th.
While I was in the hospital in ICU I told my husband to light a cigarette. I was making statements like $3 to kill yourself is a cheap way out, I wish that monitor showed a flat line and asking if the window of my room could be opened. I was compulsive and making these inappropriate comments but then by the next day I am better. Something is definitely wrong here.
Mr. Wood and Mr. Lostak were playing a game with me and it backfired and now they need to pay the consequences.