I must be high
I'm pissed.
Here's the story: on or about March 12 of this year, a person assaulted one of the management staff of the apartment complex where I live. When he was arrested, he claimed to be me and gave the officers my address as his own.
The first inkling I had of any of this was yesterday when I received a bill in the mail from a local hospital for $1600 for an assortment of drug tests and psych evaluations. The bill itself was addressed to me, but the patient's name was not quite mine (my last name was misspelled). Obviously confused, I called the hospital and told them I had no idea what was this bill was. After comparing my SSN to the patients (apparently they were different), the hospital told me to just disregard the letter (I suspect, though, that this won't be the last time I hear from them).
Then, this afternoon, when I came home from work, I was greeted by an eviction notice taped to my door. Alarmed, I hurried over to the management office and showed them the letter. The secretary and two other witnesses to the original assault all agreed that, in fact, I was NOT the person who was arrested that day. I'm going to have to meet with the apartment complex's lawyer tomorrow to straighten out the eviction order.
I've called the police, of course, because at this point what I'm most concerned with is the possibility that this joker is sitting in jail, still using my name, and thus, I would now have a police record. I called the police, but unless you have an emergency, all you get is a bureaucratic run-around. I tried 3 different numbers but no one could tell me anything. I'll try again tomorrow, but I'm really pissed off tonight.
