The Number One Reason Why My Life Is Pain
HE showed up at work today. CAM, I mean. The cafe was busy. Thanks be to Jesus! So when he ordered, I didn't really have to talk to him much. But of course, he decided to stay in the cafe for over three hours. At one point, there were no customers in line, the girl being trained went on break and my manager wandered off. CAM, sensing that I was defenseless, approached. He asked me asked me a number of questions and I tried to look busy. I, silently cursing my polite nature, then asked how he was doing. He replied, "Well..." then pointed at his eyes and then at me.
Pointed at his eyes and then at me.
?
Peek-a-boo, he sees me? Is that a bad attempt at saluting? Does he want to kill me with his deadly eye lasers?
Naturally, I chose that moment to go and hide in the back room.
When I went on break, I looked over my shoulder several times, but, again thanks be to Jesus, he didn't follow me. By the time I went back to work he was gone. (Thanks, J-Man!)
However later in the evening, one of the girls who worked in the cafe yesterday after I had left visited. She said a man had been asking for me.
Oh, bugger.
I described CAM. She said, "Yep, that's him." Apparently he "KNEW" I was working that day. I am feeling very not happy, but strangely thankful for the increased variation in my work times. Still, I fear he has also somehow learned that I work tomorrow and Monday.
You know, I didn't make any resolutions for 2006, but I think "not having a stalker" should be understood without me having to say anything.
Clearly, I'm going to have to quit my job or at the very least, if he shows up at all over the next two days, I'm going to have to consider talking to a manager.
So, at what point should I start fearing for my life?
Pointed at his eyes and then at me.
?
Peek-a-boo, he sees me? Is that a bad attempt at saluting? Does he want to kill me with his deadly eye lasers?
Naturally, I chose that moment to go and hide in the back room.
When I went on break, I looked over my shoulder several times, but, again thanks be to Jesus, he didn't follow me. By the time I went back to work he was gone. (Thanks, J-Man!)
However later in the evening, one of the girls who worked in the cafe yesterday after I had left visited. She said a man had been asking for me.
Oh, bugger.
I described CAM. She said, "Yep, that's him." Apparently he "KNEW" I was working that day. I am feeling very not happy, but strangely thankful for the increased variation in my work times. Still, I fear he has also somehow learned that I work tomorrow and Monday.
You know, I didn't make any resolutions for 2006, but I think "not having a stalker" should be understood without me having to say anything.
Clearly, I'm going to have to quit my job or at the very least, if he shows up at all over the next two days, I'm going to have to consider talking to a manager.
So, at what point should I start fearing for my life?
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