The Time I Thought Had a Stalker - "Mean Girls Episode #57"

 I used to go to the movies alone and I saw "While You Were Sleeping" when it opened. When I got home, I got a phone call and it was well after 9.  It was some strange guy named Tom and he said that he has been watching me while I worked in the shoe department and he was going to wait for me at McDonald's because he knew I was working the next day.  I was scared.  I hung up on him and told my dad what happened.  He told me to talk to security at the store the next day and I did.  

One of the assistant managers put up a sign about anyone asking for me.  Security talked to me for awhile and I told them what happened.  They even scoped out McDonald's.  McDonald's was on the upper level and I really didn't go there as it was for my lunch.  I'd go to the food court on the lower level for my lunch.  I think I just got food to go and ate in the stock room.  

My manager played a practical joke on me. It actually wasn't a joke. It was meant to get even with me for something I did.  

Somehow, she looked up the phone number of where I worked and called. I shared a phone with my group which was maybe about 6 or 7 of us.  I had stepped away and someone told me that Chrissie from Boston Store called me and was kind of abrupt.  I could always find a different second job.  I needed this one so I called her and asked her not to call me and talk to my co-workers.  I said this is the job that takes priority.  She wanted to know if I could work that night and I said no.  I had plans.  I didn't but after that, I wasn't going to come in for that crap.

Chrissie looked pleased when she saw the note that one of her assistant managers left her and smiled when she asked me about it.  I should have known.  

It was her other assistant manager who told me before she quit that Chrissi was mad about me calling her up and yelling at her.  Asked who does she think she is?  I told this assistant manager I never yelled at her.

I met Chrissi when we were in college and I actually worked at a different location. I met her when I came to fill in and needed some extra hours.  She seemed ok but kind of flighty.  She wasn't happy about graduating because she didn't think there were a lot of job prospects.  I went to the crappy law firm after college and she became a manager of the shoe department of our downtown store. I would see her with some other women walking through the mall and at one point I noticed she was pregnant.  She never said hello to me when she would see me.  

She acted like we were best friends after she came to manager the store where she worked at years earlier and I was part time.  I had to beg her not to schedule me so much because I had a second job.  She had a daughter and I thought she would be better behaved but she acted like she couldn't be bothered by her child.  She wanted to party all the time.

She also went off on me about Bill Clinton during that time.  This was before Monica and when I innocently didn't know any better, I mentioned voting for him and she went off about how Bob Dole is a better person and when she was a little girl, she used to watch him on the TV.  I doubt that.  I tried my best to have patience with her even though she said some pretty rude things about how many f buddies I had.  

So I spoke up one time because she called me at 9 to 5 job and snapped at one of my co-workers. I should have probably quit the job when she did that, because I never progress with the bills I had and I seemed to do worse having a 25% off discount.  

How does she deal with it?  She has a guy call me up at home and scare me.  She was leaving at the time that I was told.  I wish the assistant manager would have reported her for what she did.  It was really sick and cruel.  For what?  I stood up for myself?  I'm not allowed to do that?  What a bully she was.  I know I wasn't the only one she did mean things to, but this is right up there in the sick and depraved category. 

It doesn't come as a shock to me that 52% of women voted for a man who abused women.  Not all liberal women are saints.  I'm sure that I've been insulted or bullied by liberals, independents, libertarian women.  

I dislike that I have so many stories like this but this is what I've dealt with when it came to women. I wish that there was more women in my life that I could have counted on, but everything gets to be a competition or they just want me around so they can feel better about their own lives.

I'm good.  

I have Corinne and as much as it makes me sad she's not near me, I'm glad that I know at least one woman who's kind and thoughtful.