There is a girl at nightwork who is becoming increasingly irritating. I kind of want to call her “bible t-shirt girl” because she wears those Christian t-shirts, but then it might sound like I’m anti-Bible and I’m totally not.
I just don’t need a t-shirt to tell everyone what I believe, I guess.
Okay, she’s Bible T-shirt Girl.
Anywho, BTSG sometimes sits catty-cornered from me [is that another Southernism?] and she can see every move I make.
And she does. She watches me. I know this because, despite being legally blind without vision correction, I have extremely good peripheral vision when wearing my contacts.
We worked a Saturday shift last weekend, and it was catty-corner time. BTSG stared at me constantly, and tried to engage me in conversation every chance she got. I had my headphones on, but apparently she doesn’t get that hint.
I made a big show of turning off my mp3 player every time she spoke to me, but she only kind of got that hint.
She was running her mouth so much that a guy I barely talk to sent me an email that said the following: “Good luck getting her to stop talking.”
Yeah, it was THAT bad.
BTSG starts asking me about my duties at, like it’s any of her business, and I responded. Then she pried some more and I gave her the “you’re pushing it” look.
It got to the point where she kind of understood the headphone thing, so if I had to get up to use the bathroom [which happened often, small bladder and such] I’d basically race back to my desk to put my earbuds in before she could being speaking.
She kind of caught on, and would start talking before I even sat down.
I started employing the “my music is on so I can’t hear you” technique, and kept my eyes glued to my monitor at all times. This almost didn’t work, because BTSG started “Pssss!”-ing at me [seriously, now] to ask me something about a coworker, but I persevered and she stopped.
She DID, however, start grabbing her shoulder, making that “I’m in pain so I’m drawing in breathe loudly, sounding like a snake, so you’ll look at me” noise and staring at me. I duly ignored her and she eventually quit [apparently she fell off a horse a couple weeks ago].
Eventually, after sitting around on her cell phone after we’d all finished working, she left.
A coworker and I were discussing BTSG’s odd behavior and I said, “S, I feel like the mean girl in High School or something.”
S replied, “Um, no. She’s just THAT GIRL.”
Coworker/supervisor also regaled me with a story of BTSG talking on her cell phone constantly one shift [we have a pretty strict “stay off the phone when you’re supposed to be working” policy]. CW/S approached BTSG and said, “How do you feel about leaving around 6:30?” (They were scheduled to get off at 7 but CW/S had all her stuff done). BTSG replied, “Well, I really need the hours.”
It’s thirty freaking minutes!
BTSG then proceeded to stay on her cellphone for the remainder of her shift. Because she REALLY needed to get paid for thirty minutes of talking on the phone.
So, last night, I had the small bit of luck to have a partition between BTSG and myself. This almost had an even worse effect, because she constantly stood up to look at me, knock on the top of the partition [it’s low] and ask me questions about something I don’t even do anymore.
Once, when she actually asked help from someone whose job it is to answer her questions, she had the girl come to her desk and they both stood. BTSG gave me the creepiest “I’m standing here looking at you with a half-grin on my face because I want you to pay attention to me and I’m trying to look seductive” look.
Brrrr. I get the chills just thinking about it.
I mean, if BTSG likes girls, I don’t care; I have plenty of lesbian friends. But THEY don’t give me creepy looks and stalk me at work.
But I digress.
Then, of course, trainer girl called me over to get my opinion. I LIKE trainer girl, so I went. For her sake only, not for BTSG’s.
After a small span of non-question-asking bliss, BTSG stood up and knocked on the partition again. WHILE I was in “furiously typing and doing my thing”-mode.
Again, I made it obvious that I had to stop my music and stop working because of her interruption.
“I have this thing in…”
I cut her off. “Can you please ask L or one of the other XXXXs? I’m not XXXXXing; I’m doing XXXXXX.”
So I get this “I’m mad but I’m torn because I think you might go off on me if I argue” look from BTSG and she goes to ask trainer girl because L had to *gasp* go to the bathroom! Like she couldn’t make a five minute phone call to wait for L to return?
Anyway, as soon as nice trainer girl finished helping her, BTSG goes over to our comment box and grabs a slip of paper. Veeeerrrrry deliberately.
She brings it back to her desk and, from what I could tell, wrote on it forEVer.
I immediately went to CW/S and told her, “I think there will be a written complaint about me in the comment box.”
She knew exactly who I was talking about, because BTSG was so deliberate.
CW/S immediately went to talk to whomever empties the box and explained it to them, probably with a lot of eyerolling.
BTSG left me alone for the rest of the night [thank God!] but when she got ready to leave, she walked, very purposefully, over to the comment box and slipped her comment in. (I wonder if she wrote “Thefreshcracker won’t be my friend or do my job for me.” At least, I hope that’s how it comes across, because I’m not about getting in trouble because of some lameass who has a weird crush on me.)
She turned around and walked back to her desk, watching me.
I simply sat there with a huge grin on my face, peacefully doing my job.