Teh Stupid Persists

[superbadgirl]

I was out weeding this morning, because I completely ignored Mr. Bigbossman's stupid request to do it last week and he felt it necessary to have S. yell at me about it, and also left me a long message on the office machine about doing it. His message, for the record, would have been met with a growl had I not already done it. Mr. Bigbossman continues to believe that it's perfectly reasonable for me to go out and do friggin' yardwork while wearing a cute summer dress and sandals. Idiot.

Anyway, so I'm out there sweating and being miserable when the mailman drives by. I thought he was stopping by to deliver the mail, but apparently he saw me and felt compelled to pull over, get out and come tell me that if I wanted, I could also come to his house to weed for him.

Me: Sorry, but fuck no. I resent even doing this, and I'm getting paid for it, kind of.

Him: Laugh.

Since he didn't actually deliver mail to our building, he was back a few minutes ago. Now, in the past he's always recommended going to tropical places for vacations, etc. In the past, I've always told him that I'm not much of a sun/heat person and I prefer cooler climates. The thought of spending hard earned money to lie around in the sun all day for a week or two does not appeal to me. I get bored if I just lie in the sun, and I get overheated if I walk or do anything remotely strenuous. I also can't swim, am a bit terrified of deep water and probably wouldn't dare go into the ocean, sea, gulf, bay or what have you. Anyway.

Him: Hey, why aren't you tan yet?
Me: Probably because, and stop me if you heard this the first 15,000 times I've said this to you, I don't really like sun exposure.
Him: Really? Huh.
Me: Seriously, dude, now you're just kind of pissing me off.

After that he didn't talk to me and I thought it was over for the day. But nope, when he'd completed his delivery in the building he stopped at the office window and stared at me for 15 minutes, as has become his custom. Yeesh.

Comments

[khek.livejournal.com]

I have the same problem with the guy who mows the museum lawns, with the added benefit that he sometimes comes by the children's desk at the library to make *completely* inappropriate conversation. At least his regular schedule is only once a week though, not every day!

Sometimes it works (for the staring) to say "What? Do I have food in my teeth/a smudge on my face/terrible b.o or what?"

[superbadgirl]

It's a fine line. I don't want to be totally rude to him (and I've already been quite rude), but I feel if I'm not it'll just keep happening. Oy.

The old man in #206 stands and stares, too. With him, I very rapidly find stuff to do. He doesn't mean any harm, but it still creeps me out. Plus, he's starting to have major B.O. issues and my primary motivation with him will always be to get him out of the lobby toot sweet.

[betacandy.livejournal.com]

That's just creepy. Unless you're not being as direct in real life as you are in your recounts here, you've made it very clear to him that you don't like him and wish he would go away. It's like he reinterprets that to mean something else, which is a little bit scary.

Or else the continued annoying of you is your punishment for not wanting him. I've seen that happen, too.

[superbadgirl]

The only thing I didn't verbalize in the above conversations is that last bit about him pissing me off. Everything else, I've said.

I dunno, seems pretty blunt to me. ;)

He also hasn't wondered why my response to his "what you doing tonight?" questions changed from noncommittal (am I the only one who hates when people ask what she's doing?) to "Oh, I'm doing this and this and THIS."

[betacandy.livejournal.com]

I hate being asked what I'm doing, too.

This guy definitely sounds like he's got a screw loose. Or several.

[superbadgirl]

I'm sure he's fine in other areas, but in this facet of him he's definitely two puppies short of a pet shop.