For the Record

“Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I’ll be watching you.”

~Police (Every Breath You Take)

Should I need a record or documentation somewhere down the road, here it is.

A piece of advice to anyone considering a job dealing with the public, be it as a grocery store cashier, a police officer, or a state office, do not work in the same town in which you live. Or if you take the job anyway, plan on moving when you leave the job.

People recognize me all the time from my last job. I can’t even walk the 1/2 mile to my new job without at least one wave or honk or something. Most times I just wave back even though I don’t have a clue who it was! I am proud of my new job, and when my former customers ask what happened to me, I haven’t thus far had any issue with telling them where I now work and sometimes my primary reason for leaving (more money).

So today, after my band rehearsal, I went to the grocery store before heading home. All grocery stores are crowded on Sunday afternoons, but a girl needs to eat! I was in the bread aisle, which was recently rearranged, so now I have trouble grabbing the loaf I usually buy, and wound up standing next to a former customer, lets call him Glenn (not his real name). I, and my former coworkers, decided long ago that Glenn was a strange creepy dude. I also know where he lives (around the corner from me, and yes, he knows where I live too), what he does for a living, his wife, and their pair of dachshunds. This is pretty much how the conversation went:

Me: “Hey Glenn”

Glenn: “Heyyyy. Haven’t seen you around in a while.”

Me: “Yeah, I don’t work for [insert old company name], anymore.”

Glenn: “Where are you working, now?”

Me: “[Insert new company name]. I really like it.”

I see we’ve created a bottleneck situation in the crowded aisle, so I find my bread, excuse myself, and head off down the next aisle. As I pause to open the refrigerator door for some butter, I realize he is rightthere with me, and he starts talking again:

Glenn: “Why’d you leave”

Me: shrugs, “Lots of reasons, better pay”

Glenn: “How much do you make?”

Me: “Ummm…”

Awkward pause. Do people really answer those sorts of questions? I can’t believe people ask those sorts of questions. How rude, although I guess I am partly at fault for mentioning money… lesson learned.

Glenn: “Ok, how much more do you make?”

Me: “I’d rather not discus that.” Time to change the subject. “I see that a new restaurant opened on [insert street he lives on].”

Glenn: “Yeah, and [another restaurant on same street] ripped out all the hedges for some new landscaping.”

Me: “That place has changed so much in the past ten years. I can’t even remember the last time I was in there.”

Glenn: Touches my arm – not a tap or a bump, but somewhere between a caress and a grab. “We should go out sometime.”

Me: Jumps a few steps backward. “I don’t think so.” I turn and walk quickly away. HELLO RED FLAGS!! Jackass is married and creepy and not my type in general. He follows me again and catches up the next time I slow down. He tries to apologize and “I didn’t mean anything”. Whatever.

I hear my name behind me, and see it’s one of the other people in my band. I strike up a conversation with him and we walk away. Around the corner I explained to him what he had just been so fortunate to interrupt. As I was checking out, my band mate was leaving too, and he walked past and asked if I was all right. I was by that point; I have no idea where Glenn went, but I hope he got the message. I’m a little freaked out.


2 Responses to “For the Record”

  1. 1 SASQUATCH November 3, 2009 at 7:18 pm

    You probably don’t realize how very nice it is to “hear” a very different “tone” in this most recent blog………just as if a very worldly weight has been lifted from you shoulders….. after such a long time of being “down”. Nice to hear that you are “proud of your new job” and that you responded “I really like it” when asked about your new job (even if it was asked by the preying creep). Very proud of the way you handled the creepy “confrontation”. Please tell your band mate that his concern is very much appreciated by one far away to whom you are very important. Keep us posted! Lotsa Luv ‘n Stuff, as always.

  2. 2 MSeeker2 November 5, 2009 at 1:55 pm

    Freaky indeed – so much for being Ms. nice female aquaintance! Some people just can’t take a hint, but you handled it well. No need to move – just yet 😉

    You made slight references that your new job was going well – glad to hear. I hope it continues down that happy path for you. In your next blog you’ll have to do an update on it, but in the meantime continued good luck w/ it…

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