Elvis is back!
A couple weeks ago when my boss was away for the week, this native dude walks up to the cash desk where I was doing paperwork. He says "Hi, whats your name?" I turn around only to see this little native guy (obviously drunk) with a mullet and wearing a trucker cap. I say, "Whhhyyy?", he replies." I've been watching you, you're really cute, my name is Elvis." BARF CITY!!!! I say "Oookkkk..." and turn back to my paperwork, and hope that he disappears. Luckily he does. So I basically figured that maybe this dude is just wasted and won't remember any of this.
Yesterday I treat my co-workers to fancy coffees at Javaroma which is in the mall where I work. As I was coming back down the stairway in front of the store, guess who I see? Elvis. I unfortunately make eye contact with him, and for the rest of the day he was walking back and fourth by the store entrance looking in at me. Fucking CREEPY.
The worst thing is we can't seem to keep the drunks out of the mall! They always swarm around the outside of the store and it just makes me so uncomfortable, and of course we pay these security guards 50$ an hour to walk around flirting with the younger girls who work in the mall, and drink coffee. I had to call security the other day because a bunch of drunk natives were outside the store screaming. The customers were coming out of the fitting rooms wondering what the hell was going on! The guy said, "Ok I'll be right down." It took him 10 minutes to get there! Like, dude, our mall is TINY! Frustrating. So I alerted my Manager about it, she contacted our District Sales Manager about it, so now when stuff like this happens, including Elvis and his creepiness, I'm going to take a photo to email her. She can handle this, and hopefully we will get some competent security gaurds in the future.
Fuck, why do I attract creepy stalkers?! Online and offline I'm just cursed!
And oh yeah, I went down a size. WEE!
Lori
Yesterday I treat my co-workers to fancy coffees at Javaroma which is in the mall where I work. As I was coming back down the stairway in front of the store, guess who I see? Elvis. I unfortunately make eye contact with him, and for the rest of the day he was walking back and fourth by the store entrance looking in at me. Fucking CREEPY.
The worst thing is we can't seem to keep the drunks out of the mall! They always swarm around the outside of the store and it just makes me so uncomfortable, and of course we pay these security guards 50$ an hour to walk around flirting with the younger girls who work in the mall, and drink coffee. I had to call security the other day because a bunch of drunk natives were outside the store screaming. The customers were coming out of the fitting rooms wondering what the hell was going on! The guy said, "Ok I'll be right down." It took him 10 minutes to get there! Like, dude, our mall is TINY! Frustrating. So I alerted my Manager about it, she contacted our District Sales Manager about it, so now when stuff like this happens, including Elvis and his creepiness, I'm going to take a photo to email her. She can handle this, and hopefully we will get some competent security gaurds in the future.
Fuck, why do I attract creepy stalkers?! Online and offline I'm just cursed!
And oh yeah, I went down a size. WEE!
Lori