My Worth — Less than $5,000

Summary

The author describes being victimized by a fraudulent check for less than $5,000, which has taken over their life and left them feeling controlled and without peace.

Abstract

The article titled "My Worth — Less than $5,000" recounts the personal impact of a fraudulent check on the author's life. Despite the check's relatively small amount, it has led to an exhaustive and exhausting process to mitigate the effects of the crime. The author feels enslaved by the situation, with their time, space, and well-being compromised by the need to address the fraud. The incident has revealed to the author their perceived worth in the eyes of the unknown thief who orchestrated the fraud. The author expresses a sense of being a marionette, with their strings pulled by the criminal, leading to distress and a desire to break free from the situation that has consumed their life.

Opinions

The author believes the fraudulent check, although less than $5,000, has disproportionately impacted their life, controlling their time and mental well-being.
There is a sense of frustration and helplessness as the author feels owned by a shadowy criminal due to the fraud.
The process of resolving the issue is depicted as overwhelming and never-ending, suggesting a critique of the current system's ability to handle such crimes efficiently.
The author implies that their online presence and activity may be affected by the ongoing struggle with the fraud, indicating a broader impact on their personal and professional life.
The repeated emphasis on the phrase "less than $5,000" underscores the author's reflection on their self-worth in the face of the crime, suggesting a profound personal cost beyond the financial loss.

A story of fraud

It was a paper check, less than $5,000, not real, not honest, just a check, created in the dark, not noticed, not tagged, a check that swept through banking cyberspace like the wind, and now is my master.

I work for that check, a slave to what has to be done to mitigate a paper worth less than $5,000 — not all that significant, but the controller of my time and my space, my days and nights, reminding me there is no rest ever there is no peace ever there is no space ever I am a marionette controlled by an unknown thief, he pulls my strings — I hop, jagged and disjointed, distressed and depressed, wishing to break free, tied and knotted to an unknown assailant who attacked with a check and owns my life for less than $5,000 — now I know my worth.

A client’s account was compromised by a fraudulent check of less than $5,000. An account that clears about one thousand checks a month. The process to mitigate this crime is exhaustive and exhausting.

I am owned by a shadowy criminal.

The cost to buy my life? Less than $5,000.

(If I am less active here, you know why.)