Haha seems like I am back with a new chapter of the Slimy. Obsessed. series, looks like I am
having fun having these kinda people around, but trust me. I don’t.
This time everything happens at work, with a perfect unknown person, who is also 19 years older than you so you might think something is really wrong with this one. Not all the rollers in his brain are on their right place.
I used to work as a hotel receptionist in the same place I was working last year, (yes, exactly the same place where I met my
ex boyfriend, so you might already think: what a great summer you had!) so I perfectly knew what I was going to encounter. New people actually, since the management of everything is now in the hands of the son of my ex boss. The kitchen staff is changed, thank God I didn’t have to see my ex boyfriend again. This made me think this summer would have been different. No, I was really wrong.
This person was working there as a handyman, so he was doing just everything, from reparations to some cleaning or helping other colleagues (but most of the time, especially at the end of the summer, he was hiding downstairs doing
misterious things no one wants to know. He was even showering every day in this old shower the cooks usually use to clean the fryers). It seemed he wasn’t that dangerous at the beginning, I remember we talked a few times about random things so I thought he would just be a normal person. I was wrong.
One day I am walking to the bus station to get the bus and come home from work, the bus was leaving 30minutes after I arrived there, so I usually sit somewhere, smoke a cigarette or eat an ice cream. He arrives there. Says hi. I say hi back and we just talk. I thought he parked his car next to the station and was going to leave
soon, but when you see him every evening at the same time coming there with no interest in leaving some suspects are legit to come up. I started arriving later at the station, but no. He was looking for me or even waiting for me in a place I couldn’t just avoid to see him.
The day of my birthday he was there. Waiting for me with a small plastic bag on his hand. He said happy birthday (he could have said that one of the million times he saw me at work, but no) and gave me that plastic bag. “It’s a small present for you.” Okaaaay, you didn’t have to. You don’t even know me, what’s the reason for all this? “Oh nothing, just a little present for your birthday”. You would think:
Awwwww that’s soooo sweet of him! NO. Really. That was MAD SCARY. Especially when you find a rose shaped candle inside the small box that was into the plastic bag. Why a rose shaped candle?
What really made me think he was a stalker was the day before one of my days off, I was already on the bus sitting and listening to music. I looked outside of the window and he was outside the bus trying to look inside to see if I was there. That really scared me to death. I wanted to leave as soon as possible and I was really fearing everytime I was going to the bus station. Talking about this at work wasn’t helping much because seeing him all the time made me become crazy over this. If he didn’t stop, I would have reported him to the police. It was time to come up to an end. Really.
I was ready to tell him to stop, even though I was more than sure that he would have not followed my
tips. I started ignoring him as well, it was time to make him understand I am not what he wants me to be, also because he could perfectly be my father.
Things started to come back to normality, even though he still tried to talk to me for just stupid things, but I wasn’t answering, sometimes I was, but just with monosyllables, just when necessary. After like a month a colleague of mine told me she was experiencing the same thing with him following her home, asking to drink a coffee (just an
excuse!) and just talk. No, this is really too much.
What the hell do these men have?
Seems like there is an outbreak of sliminess because there are too many people acting really weird.