United States Marshall service and mistaken identity

Well, I got the job, and I fly to meet my trainer in Lansing, MI on Monday. But I have to tell you, the whole background check thing really opened my eyes, and things got a little weird.

So, last Thursday I am walking back from the Laundromat with a basket full of clothes, and just as I put my key in to the door, I am asked if I am "insert my name here". It was two men, dressed in jeans with white shirts and blue jackets on. On the front of the jacket it says "US Marshall Service". My heart dropped out of my chest......I told them that is who I was, and they pointed inside my apartment and said they needed to have a word with me. One of them tells me that for my safety and theirs, they are going to have to place me in cuffs while they ask me some questions. So at this point, I am completely shitting myself and I find myself starting to cry. So they cuff me, and ask me to sit down at my kitchen table. They introduce themselves again, and once again ask me my name and date of birth as well as my social security number. They ask me when and where I have traveled outside of Idaho, and I tell them the trips that I took, blah blah blah. I am trying to control my crying, but I have no clue what's going on. Then they ask if I have ever been to Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas or New Mexico. I tell them that I haven't, and they ask again. I repeat myself and then they start asking me how I know this list of people they start reading off. I tell them that I do not know who those people are, and they ask again. So this goes on for probably 20 minutes when they tell me that I am being detained for outstanding warrants in 4 states, and I am wanted in connection with a kidnapping investigation in Arkansas. WHAT? What are you talking about? I don't get this, I have never been there.................crying, blabbering, pleading..........etc.

So, they lead me down in cuffs to their car. I am allowed my purse and my keys and off to Bonneville county booking and processing I go.

So, I am now a complete mess, sobbing and crying like a little bitch and before I know it, the car is parked and they are leading me inside the county building. They ask me to sit down and wait and that I would be processed in a few minutes. So they take my picture, take my fingerprints and I am lead in to a little room where I wait for the better part of an hour before a Bonneville County Sheriff guy comes in with both of the Marshall's. After another half an hour of questioning, and me pleading my case that I had NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WAS THERE FOR, they excused themselves and said they would be back. After another hour of no water, and really having to use the bathroom, the Marshall's came back in, and asked me to stand up. The cuffs came off, and they asked me to follow them. By this time, I was horribly upset, shaking like a leaf and MAD AS HELL. I asked the one just in front of me if I should just go ahead and pee my pants, or if one of them would kindly take me to the restroom. To my surprise, they asked where it was, and pointed it out to me, and then didn't follow me.

I went pee, and then took a minute to compose myself, wash my face, blow my nose and take a few breaths. When I came out, he was waiting there, and then led me in to a conference room with the same cop. I was asked to sit down, and then was asked if I wanted anything to drink. I asked for some water and then asked for some answers. At this point, my blubbering self was gone, and out came "pissed off and badass" me. Nobody said a word until they brought me a bottle of water. I finally started getting some answers.

Somewhere out there is another "me". Same exact name (middle name and all) same exact birthdate, but with no Social Security number. I know, hard to believe in this day and age that someone could be 21 years old with no Social, but I guess it's more common than we know. The other "me" doesn't have a drivers license, and no other records besides a birth certificate. They finally figured out it wasn't me when they ran my prints, and there was no match. They didn't give details, but the other "me" is a true bad-ass bitch with outstanding warrants out everywhere. When they ran my background check through the computer system thingy, my name got red-flagged with all of this shit this other bitch has done. So, call in the Marshall service and scare the shit out of me. They apologized over and over and then gave me a ride home, offering to buy me lunch. I told them I just wanted to go home, and thanked them for their offer.

When I got back home, I called my boss and explained what had happened. He told me that he knew about what had come up in the background check, and couldn't say anything until they had done their investigation. He was very pleased that it was mistaken identity and once the official report got back to him, he could make a formal job offer. I got that formal job offer on Monday. I was kind of surprised that they had spent all the money that they had spent on my word alone of a "clean background" check. Either way, I am ready to go.

So Megan started moving in on Friday, but didn't actually stay the night until Sunday. We were both kind of nervous, but spent most of Sunday visiting and getting to know each other. Megan tends bar 3 nights a week, and during the day she does the payroll and bookkeeping for a service company. She has a bachelors degree in accounting, speaks Spanish, French & Italian. Not only that, but she is learning Mandarin right now because with her language skills alone, she can make 5 times what she is making now at one of the biggest employers here in town. She is quite the smarty pants.

Not only that, but she is smoking hot, a lesbian, and we totally had sex! Okay, I made the last two parts up.
She did make the comment to me that if I ever get bored, I could totally borrow one of her hundreds of DVD's (the spoils of war from her ex-boyfriend), and when I did that last night, hidden in the back was 4 or 5 porn dvd's from probably 10 or 12 years ago. So, maybe this chick is freaky like me. Who am I kidding? Nobody is as freaky as me. LOL.

Before I close, I am going to tell you a secret. Although I am a 98% confirmed lesbian, I somehow got it in to my head that this weekend I was going to pick a guy up at a bar, fuck him, and leave him seconds later. I have really decided that although I am not going to be an outright cunt, I am going to treat him like men treat women after a one night stand. I will get freaky, I will have fun, and I will make him fall in love with me, and I will never see him again. I don't know why I thought about doing this, but I have even told a couple of friends. One of my friends says she wants to do the same thing, but we will see. 5 or 6 of us are going out on Friday, and probably Saturday. It will be my last hurrah here in town for a while.

Just to be honest, I don't know how much time I will have to keep this updated. (Yeah, like I have done such a good job of it up until now). So, until next time my friends............Stay moist, have fun and fuck all you can. Hugs and Kisses, and I love ya.

Sammie.