I worked at a bank call centre , and sat beside this girl some times who always made a big deal about reading fashion magazines. She'd start saying "I do whatever I want" like Cartman on South Park. I thought she was odd but joined in after a while. Thought she was nuts.
Some guy once came in and sat in the desk in front of me. He looked at me and said "Press Play"
My tires would go flat with nails in them. I was happening a long time, even before I worked at this place. I figured it was either at the stripclub or at work someone was putting nails in the tires. So one day I checked the tires once at got to work, they were totally fine. When I finished work I checked again. Tire flat. Went to CT, nail in tire.
People would say questionable things and sometimes blatant things to me. I didn't complain. I needed the job, and was only there for a planned period of time. The blatant person called me a pervert. I guess he knew I went the stripclub. Not sure why it bothered him since there were several female sex workers in the office doing there day job. I mean there were at least 3. And then plus there boyfriends and entourage. What's the big deal.
And some of the calls were clearly intimidation.
You speak, they use. Don't speak, they do anyway.
It doesn't matter.
Some guy screamed out my name at a stripclub near tomken road back in the day when I was I the VIP room with a dancer. Room was full, so I didn't know if it was someone yelling at me , the dancer or anyone else in the room. Funny how it's when you're in a room and everyone knows you but you don't know them. Many years later I felt an indirect threat was sent my way. This spice girl that I knew through another person bothered me to get a dance from her. I don't usually take dances from black girls. To close to home. The people beside us got into a fight. The girl said a threat but the way it was said it sounded like it was towards me. Nothing new. I'm the same guy whose house was robbed, a car in the driveway robbed, basketball net torn down, family member murdered, multiple teachers acting the fool. I can go on if you want.
Present day, same shit.
Some guy once came in and sat in the desk in front of me. He looked at me and said "Press Play"
My tires would go flat with nails in them. I was happening a long time, even before I worked at this place. I figured it was either at the stripclub or at work someone was putting nails in the tires. So one day I checked the tires once at got to work, they were totally fine. When I finished work I checked again. Tire flat. Went to CT, nail in tire.
People would say questionable things and sometimes blatant things to me. I didn't complain. I needed the job, and was only there for a planned period of time. The blatant person called me a pervert. I guess he knew I went the stripclub. Not sure why it bothered him since there were several female sex workers in the office doing there day job. I mean there were at least 3. And then plus there boyfriends and entourage. What's the big deal.
And some of the calls were clearly intimidation.
You speak, they use. Don't speak, they do anyway.
It doesn't matter.
Some guy screamed out my name at a stripclub near tomken road back in the day when I was I the VIP room with a dancer. Room was full, so I didn't know if it was someone yelling at me , the dancer or anyone else in the room. Funny how it's when you're in a room and everyone knows you but you don't know them. Many years later I felt an indirect threat was sent my way. This spice girl that I knew through another person bothered me to get a dance from her. I don't usually take dances from black girls. To close to home. The people beside us got into a fight. The girl said a threat but the way it was said it sounded like it was towards me. Nothing new. I'm the same guy whose house was robbed, a car in the driveway robbed, basketball net torn down, family member murdered, multiple teachers acting the fool. I can go on if you want.
Present day, same shit.
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