She's not exactly...... stable. At least I don't think she is. I've known her for a couple of months and she's one of those people who always smile which is sweet, I guess. The only problem I have with her is she keeps touching me. Not in a sexual way. Just like, playing with my hair or putting her arm on my waist or back. She would pinch my cheeks like I'm a goddamn 6 year old or something. I just don't like being touched. And I keep telling her that. Every now and then she'd even slap my ass and I just think that's incredibly rude considering the amount of times I've asked her to stop. I can't really tell my boss, knowing him he'll probably just say something dumb like 'MAN UP.' I lost my temper today and yelled at her and she freakin' cried. She's insane. But yeah, I feel bad about it now. It's just that I don't think I've ever made anyone cry before.

Now I'm gonna cry..


That's 2 people. I hope you feel just awful! :D That's a ****ty situation to be in. Maybe you can apologize when she isn't so upset and try to explain your side of things again.

That's not true. I like to confuse everybody.

Does she do that to everybody? Otherwise that sounds at least vaguely sexual.

True.

This.

I did apologize. Lots of times.

And as far as I'm aware, she doesn't do this to anyone else at work, no.

Dude, she's totally trying to **** you. Or at least she was. Good job, goober. ;)

No one wants to bone you!^

I couldn't care less. She knows I don't want her touching me. Talk about disrespectful.

Who said anything about boning me? The fact that you're bringing this up, seemingly for no apparent reason, makes it seem that the lady doth protest too much.

I left work foaming at the mouth and thirsty for blood. I was convinced someone had stolen my skateboard towards the end of my shift, particularly convinced that it was one specific customer. I swore it was there until 3:20, just when I finished my last order. That order dined in, left without me realizing. Some 20something rich kid, kinda rude and douchey. Definitely one of those spoiled types. I was ready. I had it mapped out in my head. Put a cigarette out in his eye and punch his neck holding my keys between my knuckles. My knife was at home. I walked up and down neighboring streets looking for this kid, stopping in at bars to see if anyone saw him. Nope.

I picked up a chamomile tea and asked one more time. No cigar. So I chalked up my losses albeit extremely bitterly. Went over it in my head, felt sorry for myself and contemplated why it is that I seem to attract these kinds of people- thieves, manipulators, users. I got pretty worked up over it.

Then I got home and my skateboard was right next to my door... where I always leave it when I'm home. The pavement outside was to wet and slippery from the fog this morning to skate on so I left it home and forgot...

Kind of a wake up call for me. Dunno why I felt like sharing but yeah... I feel bad about how upset I was and where my mind went over something that, while important to me, is really small and not so significant.