I'm sorry...what?
I have a problem at work, and yet everyone seems to think it's not that big a problem.
There is a guy who comes into the grocery store (inside of which my bank branch is located) and frankly he creeps me out.
His story. Thing is, when he was in high school, he was in some sort of car accident and has brain damage from it. This is fine. I am sorry about this. I have a half-brother who had the same thing happen (although my brother was pretty young, like 6 or so when it happened). I make some allowances for behavior because I do understand. But this guy at work? Yeah...
Let's see. He has a crush on me, and despite me rather firmly hinting (once flat out saying) that I wasn't interested, this crush is not abating. So today, being me, I was helping a customer when I see that this guy has his cell phone out, is pointing it at me, and looking at my ass. Hmm...first thing that pops into my head is that he's taking a picture - which he denies - but frankly? Yeah creepy much? Anyway, the thing that gets me about this guy is that I personally believe he plays up his injury in order to get sympathy. Do I think he actually does have brain damage? Yes. Of course. Makes perfect sense to me, but frankly I think about half of his behavior results more from an unwillingness to exert any kind of control over himself. I think he actually kind of likes it. And his crush on me is starting to actually make me worry. I'm 5'2" tall, weigh barely 100lbs, and look like a doll. (I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I look, but still.) Point is that he's bigger than I am, stronger than I am, and infatuated with me. It kinda scares me, because he's ALWAYS hanging around the branch or grocery store. I understand his problems, but that doesn't mean I have to tolerate his advances. Lordy. It's kinda starting to stress me out a little because I hate dealing with him. My assistant manager has talked to him about it, but it doesn't seem to be helping yet. I dunno, I think maybe I'll just have to let the full force of my scorn wash over him like a tsunami of hate...perhaps then he'll get the damn hint before I really lose my temper with him.
Other than that my job's pretty good, life's pretty good, and I really want to date a guy named Logan now - long story, too hard to explain in full, but it involves a strange dream I had the other night...
There is a guy who comes into the grocery store (inside of which my bank branch is located) and frankly he creeps me out.
His story. Thing is, when he was in high school, he was in some sort of car accident and has brain damage from it. This is fine. I am sorry about this. I have a half-brother who had the same thing happen (although my brother was pretty young, like 6 or so when it happened). I make some allowances for behavior because I do understand. But this guy at work? Yeah...
Let's see. He has a crush on me, and despite me rather firmly hinting (once flat out saying) that I wasn't interested, this crush is not abating. So today, being me, I was helping a customer when I see that this guy has his cell phone out, is pointing it at me, and looking at my ass. Hmm...first thing that pops into my head is that he's taking a picture - which he denies - but frankly? Yeah creepy much? Anyway, the thing that gets me about this guy is that I personally believe he plays up his injury in order to get sympathy. Do I think he actually does have brain damage? Yes. Of course. Makes perfect sense to me, but frankly I think about half of his behavior results more from an unwillingness to exert any kind of control over himself. I think he actually kind of likes it. And his crush on me is starting to actually make me worry. I'm 5'2" tall, weigh barely 100lbs, and look like a doll. (I'm a hell of a lot tougher than I look, but still.) Point is that he's bigger than I am, stronger than I am, and infatuated with me. It kinda scares me, because he's ALWAYS hanging around the branch or grocery store. I understand his problems, but that doesn't mean I have to tolerate his advances. Lordy. It's kinda starting to stress me out a little because I hate dealing with him. My assistant manager has talked to him about it, but it doesn't seem to be helping yet. I dunno, I think maybe I'll just have to let the full force of my scorn wash over him like a tsunami of hate...perhaps then he'll get the damn hint before I really lose my temper with him.
Other than that my job's pretty good, life's pretty good, and I really want to date a guy named Logan now - long story, too hard to explain in full, but it involves a strange dream I had the other night...