This dude came up to the counter at work today and goes 'You're like the spitting image of a doll.' Uhhhh, okay. I'm not sure how to interpret that - is that supposed to be a good thing? What kind of doll? Like a creepy porcelain one, a Barbie or Bratz type doll, one of those funky generic brand talking baby things?
He proceeded to loiter around the desk for the next 20 minutes, just staring at me and bombarding me with questions whilst simultaneously getting in the way of patrons needing my assistance. How old are you? You don't look a day over 16. Are you married and have children? I could've sworn you would be. Do you drive? When you're on the road, let me know, so I can get off. Do you play video games? I have a 360 and already burned it out. That is all fascinating, Khris with a K, but I'm a little busy.
I was the only one at circ, so I had to keep everything in order there, the phone kept ringing and I had to answer that, and I had to keep an eye on the reference desk because Joan was in the back doing stuff, and this guy just kept distracting me. I wanted to be like I have a job. I'm paid for this job. They do not pay me to talk to you. Unless you want to pay me to talk to you, I suggest you go rock your bicycle helmet elsewhere and leave me alone.
He forced his home and cell phone numbers on me, even though I did not ask for nor indicate that I wanted them. He kept hassling me to give him mine, but I kept stalling and finally he went outside and I thought Oh sweet freedom! only for it all to be stripped away when he returned 10 minutes later to nag me some more. I finally gave in once I realized he would not let up and take the hint. I seriously need to assert myself and stop being a pushover. If it means anything, which it doesn't, I started getting snippy with him near the end. As soon as I got home, I said "If anyone calls for me, I'm not here, or I'm busy, or I've fallen off the planet."
Ugh, I am so not interested in talking or hanging out with this person. HELP ME.
This was even worse than Mr I Wear Sunglasses Inside So I Can Secretly Skeeze You Up Because I Don't Bite....Well, Not Yet whom followed me around while I was shelving last year. At least he was willing to back off.
He proceeded to loiter around the desk for the next 20 minutes, just staring at me and bombarding me with questions whilst simultaneously getting in the way of patrons needing my assistance. How old are you? You don't look a day over 16. Are you married and have children? I could've sworn you would be. Do you drive? When you're on the road, let me know, so I can get off. Do you play video games? I have a 360 and already burned it out. That is all fascinating, Khris with a K, but I'm a little busy.
I was the only one at circ, so I had to keep everything in order there, the phone kept ringing and I had to answer that, and I had to keep an eye on the reference desk because Joan was in the back doing stuff, and this guy just kept distracting me. I wanted to be like I have a job. I'm paid for this job. They do not pay me to talk to you. Unless you want to pay me to talk to you, I suggest you go rock your bicycle helmet elsewhere and leave me alone.
He forced his home and cell phone numbers on me, even though I did not ask for nor indicate that I wanted them. He kept hassling me to give him mine, but I kept stalling and finally he went outside and I thought Oh sweet freedom! only for it all to be stripped away when he returned 10 minutes later to nag me some more. I finally gave in once I realized he would not let up and take the hint. I seriously need to assert myself and stop being a pushover. If it means anything, which it doesn't, I started getting snippy with him near the end. As soon as I got home, I said "If anyone calls for me, I'm not here, or I'm busy, or I've fallen off the planet."
Ugh, I am so not interested in talking or hanging out with this person. HELP ME.
This was even worse than Mr I Wear Sunglasses Inside So I Can Secretly Skeeze You Up Because I Don't Bite....Well, Not Yet whom followed me around while I was shelving last year. At least he was willing to back off.
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