Work has been keeping me pretty busy. On the brightside I had an actual weekend where I spent most of the first day in bed playing and chatting with friends (online you pervs). I would of had another day off today but I covered a sick call. On the brightside I get asked more in advance these days since my new job switch, they can’t do last minute scheduling with me which means I have more consistency and control over my job.
I’ve been getting some freaks these last couple of days. One of which, an old coot who has been pursuing me for the last nine years even after being told numerous times I’d like to be left alone… He stopped for a couple years but seems to be trying his shit again. He found out that I work mornings now and next thing I know he’s trying to talk to some of my co-workers about me and even showed up yesterday loitering next to some bluetooth speakers, giving me the “please come talk to me” look… pathetic. This is the same guy that tried to give me gifts years ago and even a letter about how I reminded him of a lover who died in his arms… I’ve been on alert again telling people what’s been going on and even giving a history lesson.
At least today I didn’t see him. Instead I had another old guy who apparently recognized me from another job, though I didn’t recognize him. He wanted to know what my job was and when he found out he was rather disapproving, because he knew a lady who lifted heavy things down at the docks with her husband. Apparently she broke two of her vertebrae and became a heroine addict… Not sure where he was going with that story. Then he started telling me about how he recently found out that he had a 24 year old son and began mouthing off about his “bitch cunt wife”, because for some reason some people seem to think that people like me are paid to listen to them… I found someone off by the TV’s that “looked” like they needed help. So I kept asking if this asshat needed any other help, and he kept prattling on… I said the same thing about 5 times while pointing that I needed to leave, I needed to leave NOW. All he did was apologize if he offended me and continued talking. Finally I told him to have a good day and walked off. Then he started speaking loudly to me about crushed vertebrae. He followed me over to the other customer and stared at us for 30 seconds, then left… I’m glad I have a midnight shift. I’ll only have to deal with the public for an hour and a half tomorrow.
When I get old I hope I’ll still have a life. Because if I end up like any of these people I think I’d rather be put out of my misery.