Firstly, I would like to tell everyone that eating raman noodles while being right near your laptop is a bad idea.
So, I don’t know what the hell gets into gay peoples heads, but I was hugely creeped out the other day at work.
This retarded gay person keeps talking to me on msn, though I never really reply. He’s always like “Lets go for coffee” or “Lets see a movie”, and I’m all like “I have a boyfriend”. You’d think this would stop him from trying to make contact with me?
Apparently, it just makes him want to see me in person.
I’m working on thursday, and I am innocently stocking the drive through grey bins when someone randomly knocks on the DT window. I look and no one is there. Ok, whatever, some stupid loser as usual. Anyways, I go to put more ketchup into the counter grey bin when I look up and who do I see? This creeper! He’s all like “Hey! I know you mentioned you worked at McDonalds, and I wanted to come see you.”
Now, yes, I’ve dealt with stalkers before when I was in highschool since I was retarded and put my picture on a homosexual dating site. But this threw me right off guard.
So, he’s like “Lets sit down! We have so much to talk about!”. Here’s me thinking *I have nothing to talk about with you, accept for the fact that you’ve over tanned your face so much that it looks like someone put a sack over your head and beat you until you looked like you were made of leather*. Anyways, my usual crew are in the back, and I’m all alone. I’m trying to think of something that will get this guy away from me, so I don’t end up raped at the bottom of Wascana lake.
Just then, the phone rings. So! I go answer it, then jump on a head set and tell whoever was on DT (I can never remember if it was lily or lulu) to help the guy on counter and kindly tell them I’m busy in the office. So, they did, and a friggen 15 minutes later he finally leaves.
Anyways, I get on MSN that night, and he’s left me a message saying “I really enjoyed our time together, lets do it again!”
WHAT TIME TOGETHER? ME THINKING THAT YOUR FACE LOOKS LIKE A DEAD OVER TANNED COW? GOD WHY THE HELL DO I GET MYSELF INTO THESE SITUATIONS.
So, I left him a message saying if he ever came near me again I’d call the cops and he’d be detained from me for the rest of my life. Needless to say, I think he’s never coming back (I hope :S).
But, this raises the issue of security. Seriously, if someone came trying to get behind the counter at McD’s, we would have nothing to stop them accept for ourselves. I know that half to 3/4 of our crew are female, and wouldn’t feel comfortable trying to restrain someone. And you know, it really bothers me that if he had tried to do something to me he could have easily. My crew were in the back, no one was in lobby, and the only way I can actually injure someone is with my legs, and I don’t know how to kick box. I wish we had some pepper spray, or a big whacking stick (HEE!) to beat the crap out of people with. It would be nice.
Speaking of work people, Yi, my geology friend, failed our mineralogy class because fucking Evanna failed him in the lab. She also failed me on my lab test, which means I’m going to get a shitty mark in the class because I finished the lab with a 59%, just like Megan predicted. You know, thank god I am not taking any more labs with her. I’m also writing a formal complain against her to the dean of science and to the head of geology. Its just insane what that woman tries to pull on us.
Anyways, I have a lot of work to do today, so I better get on it. I’ll see you guys at the end of my finals!
Your chipper, being stalked by a ugly person, highland dancing chemist!
-Ryan Scott
