Where are Luke Cage and Jessica Jones when you need them?
Damn it, things go South and then they go Souther.
Almost a year ago, I was eating lunch at the mall, reading Newtype and minding my own business, and this guy comes over and starts going on and on about 70s cartoons. I tried to be nice and all, even though I was in more of a reading Newtype mood than talking to a stranger mood. Anyway, he followed me back to my work, going on about how I should get an earring, how I should be his roommate, how he'd like to see me in a bathing suit, etc. Gah. But after seeing him once more in Barnes & Noble, I thought I was free of him.
But now he's back, and he has my telephone number. He kept calling me over and over at work, asking me weird intrusive questions and stuff. I had the worst answer time I've ever had because I couldn't get him off the phone. He keeps saying how he'll wait outside for me to go to lunch with him on my lunchbreak, and how we should move in together, and how I should get him a job at my work. I don't need this. Work sucks bad enough right now without being nervous about not being able to walk around the mall without some freaky guy tracking me. Shit.
I had my annual review today. It was positive, basically. I had some weird "action item" about "communicating more clearly with my department to build confidence and trust". I dunno quite what that means. I talk to my co-workers in the booth, but you tend to get interrupted by the phone mid-sentence. So I guess I'll communicate more, but right now I don't even want to go in again. I don't need stalker crap happening. I'm not Britney Spears.
In Target today, I saw an Ultimate Lizard figure and I wanted it - oh yes, I wanted it. I was good and I didn't get it, but denial cost me a little bit of my soul.
Almost a year ago, I was eating lunch at the mall, reading Newtype and minding my own business, and this guy comes over and starts going on and on about 70s cartoons. I tried to be nice and all, even though I was in more of a reading Newtype mood than talking to a stranger mood. Anyway, he followed me back to my work, going on about how I should get an earring, how I should be his roommate, how he'd like to see me in a bathing suit, etc. Gah. But after seeing him once more in Barnes & Noble, I thought I was free of him.
But now he's back, and he has my telephone number. He kept calling me over and over at work, asking me weird intrusive questions and stuff. I had the worst answer time I've ever had because I couldn't get him off the phone. He keeps saying how he'll wait outside for me to go to lunch with him on my lunchbreak, and how we should move in together, and how I should get him a job at my work. I don't need this. Work sucks bad enough right now without being nervous about not being able to walk around the mall without some freaky guy tracking me. Shit.
I had my annual review today. It was positive, basically. I had some weird "action item" about "communicating more clearly with my department to build confidence and trust". I dunno quite what that means. I talk to my co-workers in the booth, but you tend to get interrupted by the phone mid-sentence. So I guess I'll communicate more, but right now I don't even want to go in again. I don't need stalker crap happening. I'm not Britney Spears.
In Target today, I saw an Ultimate Lizard figure and I wanted it - oh yes, I wanted it. I was good and I didn't get it, but denial cost me a little bit of my soul.