stress!
I really, really, really didn't want to go back into the full time position/assistant manager thing at work. I start, again, next week. God, I'm already stressed out.
Oh, I have a stalker at work, too!! Again. He asked me for my phone number, right? I told him I was married, right? He says to me, he says, "That's alright, I'm married, too." Then went on to ask me out a million times.
Greg, a mean looking black man who is also an assistant manager (that I totally adore because he swears he is going to take me to see Dave Matthews one of these days and he loves Angie Aparo; rock right?) says he's going to threaten to whoop his ass for 'messing wit' his wife' if he sees the guy in the store bugging me, again.
I've been saying this for the past three years, I know, but I think it's time for a career change.
Onto other news: Family is coming next weekend. I am so not prepared.
Oh, I have a stalker at work, too!! Again. He asked me for my phone number, right? I told him I was married, right? He says to me, he says, "That's alright, I'm married, too." Then went on to ask me out a million times.
Greg, a mean looking black man who is also an assistant manager (that I totally adore because he swears he is going to take me to see Dave Matthews one of these days and he loves Angie Aparo; rock right?) says he's going to threaten to whoop his ass for 'messing wit' his wife' if he sees the guy in the store bugging me, again.
I've been saying this for the past three years, I know, but I think it's time for a career change.
Onto other news: Family is coming next weekend. I am so not prepared.