Sailing into a Stalker.

Sailing man came in the other night at work and cornered me. He asked how my lunch date (my excuse for not taking him up on his original sailing offer weeks prior) went and if it went bad, could he take me to lunch or sailing.

WHOA. What the shit!?

So he came back into my store to follow up with me and hope he could get a second chance at going out with me? REALLY!? This is creepy but it gets creepier.

I was polite and I said:

Oh! I'm sorry I didn't clarify before but that lunch date was with my boyfriend.

We had just set up a time to meet up for a lunch date. 

He said:

Oh... Well I was going to say if your date didn't go well maybe I could take you out,

but I didn't know it was with your boyfriend.

I said:

Yeah, well, it went well and is still is! I'm sorry again if I wasn't clear.

(Yes, I lied. I am now single but would you go out with him!? I WOULDN'T!)

He said:

Oh well, you did get my hopes up a little bit but alright...

I said:

Sorry 'bout that. But I appreciate the offer. It was very nice of you.
(I start cleaning something as if to say: I am ending the conversation.)

He didn't stop:

You're welcome. It's just that you're an attractive girl and I had to at least try.

I mean, you are beautiful and I would love to be able to take you out.... 
(He trails off about me and it's weird so I start focusing on how uncomfortable i am getting)

I interrupt:

--Okay! Thanks! I am blushing now so I am going to go in the back room.
Have a good night. 
(I bolt. He kind of smiles like my blushing was a good thing. It's wasn't dude.)

Red flags went up and I had to leave before it got worse. I didn't want to know how he saw me... Ugh. Needlesstosay, if I turn up dead out at sea then you will know who is responsible. Sorry, that was morbid but the way he was talking when he was describing me was very uncomfortable, he said it very affectionately like as if he was describing a dream. Weird!! 

If he comes in again and makes me feel uncomfortable then I am kicking his ass out and this "attractive" girl is going to get real ugly with him.   *Hold my hoops!*

Strong Work Ethic And Tantrums Don't Mix.

Another night alone and another night with Adams, Sam Adams.

I reflect:

Today I felt like a mother at work. I put my hand on my hip and said, "That was unnecessary!" In my most stern, mommy-like voice. 

I said it to a 28 year old, male co-worker who had gotten upset about not making whipped creams right and slammed a pitcher of milk into the sink. Who does that besides a 5 year old?!! I turn and there's a customer looking at us. I laughed it off with the customer who looked a little off put by the whole thing and luckily he was okay with it.

Enter stage right: Lo pissed off.


When my barista finally came back out to clean the milk mess he was laughing at himself until I interrupted him with, "Can you NOT throw a tantrum on the floor and in front of customers!?!?!"  Yes, it was a tad passive aggressive but honestly, this boy tests my patience... frequently! I stopped him and told him to go on his break NOW.  Lucky for me he listened to me and sulked off into the back room, I imagine with his tail between the legs.

It baffles me that someone at the age of 28 could act that way and have such disregard for others around them. He works two jobs and tried to use that as an excuse later and it took all I had not to say, "If you work two jobs and you're tired, then that's your own damn fault! If you're in a bad mood then apologize before hand if you are feeling a bit tired and off because honestly, I don't care what happened before you came to work. All I care about is how you perform at THIS job. And I'd really like to not feel like an over glorified babysitter. I am a supervisor, not your mommy."

Oh Sam, I think it is sleepy time. Thanks for expediting the process.

Goodnight all.

Stand Up, Sit Down.

Watching tears slowly fill my eyes; filling with each thud of my pounding heart.

Animals sporadically run through the walls and surround me with the sound of their scratching claws.

The silence is loud and obtrusive. 

I beg to be distracted.

Everything I gave was authentic and genuine. 

I can never seem to win.

I see my past and feel my present and taste the metallic blood of my battered heart.

Now I sit and wait for any escape.