Well Dear Friend, today has been a particularly terrible day. All things that could go wrong did, and did so spectacularly.
The harassment from that A-hole continues. My phone rings constantly, and there are now a handful of voicemails that I refuse to listen to. I am so angry about it that I can barely see straight. If he's still calling by noon on Friday I'm going to the police. There really aren't any other options at this point. I'd go into more detail here, but I'm so irate about the whole mess thinking about it really just makes me sick.
In addition to that pile of awful, there's this jerk at work that keeps trying to get me to take home stray cats.
This all started because YEARS ago there was a starving black kitten in the parking lot at work. Every day when I got there he would be sitting at the door to my department, tiny and emaciated and crying. It was terrible, so I trapped him and brought him home. Whatever. So he used to ask me in passing to take every damn kitten he pulled out of the boiler room or the air vents or whatever, and I've always said no. I'm allergic to cats, beyond that I don't even really like them, AND I've already got more animals than I'm supposed to have in my tiny apartment.
Well fast forward a couple of years and now there's this cat that lives in the boiler room. Cat, kitten, whatever. I don't know and I don't care. This jerk however WILL NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. For weeks now he's been following me around harassing me about this damn cat. He pets fake cats when he sees me in the hall, he constantly tells me how I'm killing it slowly by not taking it home, whatever. If you can think of it, he's said it.
So today I'm already pissed off about people not listening to me when I say "no" or "go away" and here comes the cat man. Today he's especially on his game. I however, am already SUPER pissed off and this B.S. is just icing on my crappy day cake. He starts going on and on about this damn cat and I am shouting, in my meanest voice, while refusing to stop, slow down, or make eye contact that I am not taking the damn cat, that I don't appreciate the continued harassment, and that his behavior is no longer fun or appropriate and if he keeps it up I'm going to file a complaint.
So what does he do? He continues yelling over me about this stupid f*ing cat.
Seriously? Who does that? It just made my blood boil.
And I know this cat bullshit is really just a non-issue, or at least it should be. I know that I'm extra wrapped around the axle about things right now because of this fucking creeper bullshit. But really, I don't think it's asking too much for other people to just back the fuck off when I ask them too. No means no. Leave me alone means leave me alone. And I don't want any more fucking cats means exactly that, I don't want any more fucking cats.
Period.
End of story.
That's all I know. Or rather, that's all I'm capable of mentioning right now. I owe you the rest of the run down from the Trona adventure, but it will have to wait until tomorrow. Right now I need a hot bath, some cold medicine, and some sleep.
Tomorrow will be better.
WTF, I clearly missed something. Do you actually know the A-hole stalker, or is this just some random person you met once and won't go away?
ReplyDeleteUgh. Hannah. It's so fucked up. I don't know this person. I met him once, he is a creepy old man (in his 70's) and through a series of unfortunate events said person obtained my cell phone number. A whole montage of terrible coincidences occurred in sequence including but not limited to the fact that he was staying in the hotel room next to me during my trip and that he lives in Phoenix. It is so horribly inappropriate and vulgar and unrelentingly terrible that it is hard to accurately describe. That being said, I'm not in any actual danger, except from maybe having an aneurism from the irritation and stress of this whole episode, or possibly dying from disgust at having to hear about his collection of sexual 'techniques' that will, apparently through some sort of magic, suddenly un-gay me. *Shudder* Un-fucking-believable.
ReplyDeleteThis all ties back into my total inability to read complex social situations, to differentiate between 'small talk' and 'flirting' (or to identify flirting at all for that matter), and being able to distinguish when someone thinks whatever activity we're doing is a 'date'. As a result I sometimes find myself in potentially dangerous situations, like this one was at one point.
ReplyDeleteThe moral of this story is that I can't be nice to anyone. Not even small children or old people.
Just wow. Yeah, in this case, I don't think the problem is that you can't read complex social situations, you just ran into crazy.
ReplyDeleteNo, you're right, in this case the problem most definitely is that I ran into crazy, I totally agree.
ReplyDeleteThe larger problem at hand is that I get into situations like this one (albeit much less dramatic) more often than the average bear because I am unable to pick up on certain social cues that hint at impending doom. Instead, I suddenly find myself in compromised situations, totally confused about why this person is totally convinced I am going to have sex with them right now.
I'll ungay you.
ReplyDeleteI actually came across your blog because I'm thinking of moving from the mountains to the S.W. I went to school at UNM in ABQ and liked it (graduated in 75, yes, I am old but not a perv so fear not.) At any rate, I have a suggestion. Why not tell your father about these issues with the guy harassing you? I have a 26 year old daughter who had a similar issue. I had to take a plane trip to do it, but I found the guy, we had a clear and forthright exchanges of views, and he never contacted my daughter again. I would imagine your father could do the same for you.
ReplyDeleteHi Muley, and thanks so much for the advice! My dad would most definitely resolve this problem for me, in a heartbeat. We've been down this road before. My dad however, as sweet as he is, has a really hard time controlling his temper when people are harassing me, which I suppose is to be expected. In addition, he spends an unreasonable amount of time hovering over me for months afterwards, terrified that I'm going to be murdered, and that drives me crazy. But my creeper has for the most part, given up. He's only called once since Friday, I've never answered the phone, and my name is not on the voicemail, so hopefully he's given up.
ReplyDeleteHe sounds like me. Be patient. It's very, very hard for a father not to live in fear for a daughter when she is not at home. My daughter works nights. I used to text her every night when her shift ended, to make sure she got to her car alright. I have to walk up the mountain a ways to get a signal but I preferred that to thinking somebody "got her" and no one would know til morning. I am a little bit better now about it now but not much. I'm glad the problem is not escalating but be careful anyway. I hope you have some mace in your purse. I sent my girl a canister of bear spray and made her promise to carry it religiously to and from work, in a separate bag, not her purse. She tends bar in a club ( a nice one, not a "joint") so she can't carry a gun....:-(
ReplyDeleteNo one can ungay you, and don't let anyway tell you otherwise. ;)
ReplyDeleteNot unreasonable to hate those who can't take a hint. Please give me that old guys phone number...I will call him, harass him in an amusing fashion and posts the results on YouTube. I'm not joking, but I feel like this will be laughed at. I'll start off talking dirty to him, then let him know I heard his voicemail in my wife's phone a d we're totally down, especially since we already doped him with a sample of our AIDS virus, and also placed a curse on his household, and then I'll get serious and be like, naw, I'm just fickibg with you...about everything but the AIDS part.
I'll take your boiler room cat. :) Mo, actually, my pet phase has really dried the fuck up. It's been replaced by an unchecked crochet obsession. I crochet while walking around, like I used to read. I've incurred approx. 50 dollars in library fines here--they don't work the same as in AZ...they just rape your ass. It's kind of criminal--they're contributing to illiteracy, and I will write a strongly worded letter as to that effect...maybe.
Song of Day= "Friend", Groove Armada. It's just trancey enough. Alternate song, "This World" or is that "In this World" by Moby, who I'm really into lately.