Just so you know, this is a novel of epic length. My apologies.
So, okay. Last week, Thursday moring, I was working by myself. This hispanic-ish guy comes in to pick up his catalog order. Okay, no problem. But as I'm going through the whole routine, he's like... watching me. Not just 'looking', or 'staring straight through' like most other customers. He's watching me with this really unsettling smile. So I go into the back and pick up his order, bring it out to him, print out the receipt, hand it to him with a pen to sign. And he comments that I have small hands, " *holds up own hand* Like me!" Mm hmm. Sure. Well, here's your order, have a nice day.
That in itself would have been creepy, but not.... scary.
He comes in later the same day to return the order he just picked up, because the stupid catalog center sent the wrong color. Okay, whatever. But then he starts asking me all these personal questions, like how old I am, and if I'm in school or not. Okay.... blink.gif Now, I'm completely caught off guard by these questions, so, quite stupidly, I actually told him the truth. (Idiot). At least it was only "I'm 18" and "No, I'm not in school". But he just wouldn't quit watching me! It's like, OMG you creep blink.gif. Anyway. He reorders another pair of jeans in the right color.
At that point, it was just a few minutes before I was scheduled to leave, but I took off anyway and let one of my coworkers deal with him. My shoes had been KILLING me all day, so the first thing I did was head over to the shoes department and grab a pair of flip flops (got 'em for 84 cents happy.gif). But as I'm sitting on the little ledge and trying on these shoes (I'm behind a big post), I see him walk past. He didn't see me, thank Mand'alor, but it was still freaky. My ride wasn't going to come for another three hours, so I was totally on edge the whole time I was walking around the mall because I was freaked out that he was going to bump into me and follow me or something. I saw him heading for the shoes department afterwards, but luckily didn't see him at all anymore after that.
OH! When I left my coworker to deal with him, she called a manager under the pretense that she could help him find the proper color for his jeans, but she really wanted a manager to see the guy that was making me that uncomfortable. Way to go, coworker happy.gif
Well, when I picked up his package earlier that morning, it had his name on it, so I knew his name. I went home and hunted to see if he was a sex offender in my state, because he was that creepy. I mean, I look like I'm about 12 years old, so what, is he into hitting on minors or something? Nothing came up, though.
Luckily I had the next seven days off, so I didn't have to think about work at all. But I still wasn't looking forward to working today, 'cause I was still kinda freaked out over the whole thing.
So, like.... a half hour after I get into work today? Yeah. Guess who. Apparently he had been there that morning to pick up his order, and the jeans were the right color, but when he got home, he realised they were sorta shredded on the bottom. Ethel, another coworker, said that's just how they came. Jeans, especially lighter color ones, come pre-beat-up. The guy said that he'd never seen them like that. He went off to find a pair of jeans in the store and showed us that the same brand, same color, wasn't beat up at the bottom. Okay, you win. So I do another return and reorder for him. Needless to say, I've got a knot in my stomach and totally just want him to go home.
OKAY! As I'm doing this catalog order, he asks my name. Idiot BoxGirl, I told him again >.< First name only, no last name, but still. I hate that that creep knows my name. THEN. THEN THEN THEN. He wants to know if I have a boyfriend!!!! SERIOUSLY. He's all like "Do you have a boyfriend?" I mean in no uncertain terms! Not like, "Aw, I bet the guys are all over you, right?" or "That's a pretty necklace. Gift from your boyfriend?" Just outright, blatant, "Do you have a boyfriend?" In retrospect, the smart answer would have been "I'm a lesbian" or "I'm married" or "I used to be a man" or something like that, but no. All I can say is "No, I don't." And he pauses for just a second and is like "You don't mind my asking, do you?" ... Thinking: "YES!!!" Says: "<kinda rolling eyes and mumbled> That's fine." You know, not like "Oh, no! I don't mind you asking!" but one of those "Can I just do my job?" type answers.
AND! Then at the end of the transaction, I gave him his reciept, happy that he was going home again. But of course, he can't just leave with that. Know what he says then? "Would you mind if I called you sometime?"
HE ACTUALLY FREAKING SAID THAT!!!!
Well, thankfully, my truthfullness came in handy for once. "I would."
And that's all I said to him, and he left, but he was still watching and grinning. I mean, OMG!
So, I'm telling Ethel all this, 'cause she was helping a customer and didn't hear any of this. And know what she does? She laughs. She thinks it's hilarious. I'm considering running for the box cutter next time I see this guy, and she LAUGHS. So Ethel was completely no help.
And I'm scheduled to work next Thursday morning. His order comes in Wednesday night, which means he'll probably come in the next morning like he has for the last couple orders. So I'm gonna have to deal with him again! And I'm working by myself until like, 11 or 12. What if he comes then? *sigh* At least my supervisor will be there, but he's working as manager of the day, so he'll be all over the store and not just working back with me. I'll have to give him a warning and let him know that I might need backup.
*shiver* I might need to ask for Thursday morning off.
Where can one buy pepper spray?
So, okay. Last week, Thursday moring, I was working by myself. This hispanic-ish guy comes in to pick up his catalog order. Okay, no problem. But as I'm going through the whole routine, he's like... watching me. Not just 'looking', or 'staring straight through' like most other customers. He's watching me with this really unsettling smile. So I go into the back and pick up his order, bring it out to him, print out the receipt, hand it to him with a pen to sign. And he comments that I have small hands, " *holds up own hand* Like me!" Mm hmm. Sure. Well, here's your order, have a nice day.
That in itself would have been creepy, but not.... scary.
He comes in later the same day to return the order he just picked up, because the stupid catalog center sent the wrong color. Okay, whatever. But then he starts asking me all these personal questions, like how old I am, and if I'm in school or not. Okay.... blink.gif Now, I'm completely caught off guard by these questions, so, quite stupidly, I actually told him the truth. (Idiot). At least it was only "I'm 18" and "No, I'm not in school". But he just wouldn't quit watching me! It's like, OMG you creep blink.gif. Anyway. He reorders another pair of jeans in the right color.
At that point, it was just a few minutes before I was scheduled to leave, but I took off anyway and let one of my coworkers deal with him. My shoes had been KILLING me all day, so the first thing I did was head over to the shoes department and grab a pair of flip flops (got 'em for 84 cents happy.gif). But as I'm sitting on the little ledge and trying on these shoes (I'm behind a big post), I see him walk past. He didn't see me, thank Mand'alor, but it was still freaky. My ride wasn't going to come for another three hours, so I was totally on edge the whole time I was walking around the mall because I was freaked out that he was going to bump into me and follow me or something. I saw him heading for the shoes department afterwards, but luckily didn't see him at all anymore after that.
OH! When I left my coworker to deal with him, she called a manager under the pretense that she could help him find the proper color for his jeans, but she really wanted a manager to see the guy that was making me that uncomfortable. Way to go, coworker happy.gif
Well, when I picked up his package earlier that morning, it had his name on it, so I knew his name. I went home and hunted to see if he was a sex offender in my state, because he was that creepy. I mean, I look like I'm about 12 years old, so what, is he into hitting on minors or something? Nothing came up, though.
Luckily I had the next seven days off, so I didn't have to think about work at all. But I still wasn't looking forward to working today, 'cause I was still kinda freaked out over the whole thing.
So, like.... a half hour after I get into work today? Yeah. Guess who. Apparently he had been there that morning to pick up his order, and the jeans were the right color, but when he got home, he realised they were sorta shredded on the bottom. Ethel, another coworker, said that's just how they came. Jeans, especially lighter color ones, come pre-beat-up. The guy said that he'd never seen them like that. He went off to find a pair of jeans in the store and showed us that the same brand, same color, wasn't beat up at the bottom. Okay, you win. So I do another return and reorder for him. Needless to say, I've got a knot in my stomach and totally just want him to go home.
OKAY! As I'm doing this catalog order, he asks my name. Idiot BoxGirl, I told him again >.< First name only, no last name, but still. I hate that that creep knows my name. THEN. THEN THEN THEN. He wants to know if I have a boyfriend!!!! SERIOUSLY. He's all like "Do you have a boyfriend?" I mean in no uncertain terms! Not like, "Aw, I bet the guys are all over you, right?" or "That's a pretty necklace. Gift from your boyfriend?" Just outright, blatant, "Do you have a boyfriend?" In retrospect, the smart answer would have been "I'm a lesbian" or "I'm married" or "I used to be a man" or something like that, but no. All I can say is "No, I don't." And he pauses for just a second and is like "You don't mind my asking, do you?" ... Thinking: "YES!!!" Says: "<kinda rolling eyes and mumbled> That's fine." You know, not like "Oh, no! I don't mind you asking!" but one of those "Can I just do my job?" type answers.
AND! Then at the end of the transaction, I gave him his reciept, happy that he was going home again. But of course, he can't just leave with that. Know what he says then? "Would you mind if I called you sometime?"
HE ACTUALLY FREAKING SAID THAT!!!!
Well, thankfully, my truthfullness came in handy for once. "I would."
And that's all I said to him, and he left, but he was still watching and grinning. I mean, OMG!
So, I'm telling Ethel all this, 'cause she was helping a customer and didn't hear any of this. And know what she does? She laughs. She thinks it's hilarious. I'm considering running for the box cutter next time I see this guy, and she LAUGHS. So Ethel was completely no help.
And I'm scheduled to work next Thursday morning. His order comes in Wednesday night, which means he'll probably come in the next morning like he has for the last couple orders. So I'm gonna have to deal with him again! And I'm working by myself until like, 11 or 12. What if he comes then? *sigh* At least my supervisor will be there, but he's working as manager of the day, so he'll be all over the store and not just working back with me. I'll have to give him a warning and let him know that I might need backup.
*shiver* I might need to ask for Thursday morning off.
Where can one buy pepper spray?
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