Say Cheese... Now Smile!

Err...

So... here's what's been going on in my life lately.

Friday night, I'm walking to my car at work. Its late and I'm walking alone because I did a little overtime. A hotel employee, who's in his 40's, whom I've never seen before comes up to me and starts talking to me as I'm walking. The conversation goes from "getting off of work" to "what department do you work at" to "long drive home" to "where's home" to "who do you live with" to "how old are you", to "are you single" to "you should stay single..." to "is that your car.... what a nice car... how much was it... how much were the payments... you should always check your oil."

By the time we got to the "car" conversation, as you can imagine, we were already at my car, I was inching closer and closer to it with the door open and ready to race away. But the guy just kept on talking... and finally when I had the chance, I said "bye" and drove away.

Cut to Saturday. I told Kristen that this creepy guy walked me to my car and I really wish I walked with someone to my car the night before so I didn't have to go through the whole thing.

Later that afternoon, the GUY shows up at the desk. I'm actually with a guest, but I notice him in line and I start fudging up so I'm stuck with my guest a little longer than necessary. Kristen mistakes him for a guest and apparently he asks for change. Later when I'm alone, he says "hi" and asks what time I get off of work. I say 11pm, but actually, I get off at 11:30.

11:30. I'm off of work, but because of the guy showing up, I really don't want to walk all by myself.. so I wait another 30 minutes so that I can walk out with David and Caroline. At midnight, we get to the parking lot and I notice a man in his van. I assume that its just someone getting ready to drive away...

In the parking lot, I tell David and Caroline that I'm ok and we seperate. Once I get into my car though, I notice the van lights go on and its moving forward... then stopping in front of my car. Its the GUY and he's getting out of the van. Keep in mind that its an HOUR from the time I told him I was getting off. I start panicking and call the first number on my phone (I HEART LUC! Jean too... she was my number 2 phone call). The guy comes up to my car, I roll down the window just a bit and he asks how I'm doing and offers me some lemons, but he doesn't have any lemons in hand. I say "no thank you" he says "Why dont you want any lemons" and I, in a panic say "CAUSE I NEED TO GO HOME!". Luc is still on the other line, thinking that I'm going crazy, and I roll up my windows and drive away.

Yeah. I'm just a little bit creeped out.

This morning, I had a sit down with my manager and sobbed the whole story out to him... he's looking into the situation and feeling a little bit better. We know the guy's name, what department he works for.. so hopefully someone will talk to him. I still need to write a statement... so I guess you can consider this my rough draft. Err. I don't know what else to do other than pray that I won't have to see the guy again.

Lucky for me I have some teriffic coworkers who got my back as well as a great sister with a great canadian boyfriend who drove my scared ass to work today and escorted me into the building... they picked me up too. Its sorta nice to have a posse.