Well… things are going ok. Ups and downs. I’m still working at the hour a day job so that’s good I guess. Downsides – always end up working off the clock because there is not enough time to get all my work done plus they always put extra work on me that I think? isn’t in my contract. I’m not sure. I never received one. Still no uniform. A few times a week the employees there mess up my janitorial closet so that I have to rearrange it just so I can squeeze in. They keep unplugging my floor machine so now it hasn’t worked in two days. I don’t know if it’s broke. I have to call my boss today about it. So I’ve had to hand mop the entire store floor, which surprisingly takes less time then running the machine and filling/emptying it. Unfortunately my mop bucket is broken and nearly impossible to wring out the mop or have more than an inch of water in there. Ah well.
The fun thing is, the ogre came into the store the other morning. I almost walked into him. I turned about face and tried to hurry to the back before he spotted me, but of course the store was full of people and two school kids who were in absolutely no hurry were in front of me, so I had to shuffle towards the back. Literally. That’s how slow these kids were going, nor did I want to draw attention to my American voice by saying excuse me. So, I don’t know if he saw me or not. I had a nice five minute panic attack in my closet.
If he saw me, the ogre would just let it stew for awhile. He never says anything right away, it will be use later when more convenient. So now I am in such a rush to get the front of the store done so I can hide in the back. Of course cleaning in a small store with a ton of customers makes it nearly impossible to get things done quickly. So it makes me pissy. I’m so stressed about it I just want to yell at people most times. Like when I am putting down a floor mat and I’ve not even finished laying one side down on the floor and people just start walking onto it. WTF. Or when people walk right on and stand in my pile of dirt, cardboard boxes etc I am sweeping into a pile.
Regardless, the Ogre has to know something is going on as DH and I leave in the morning together. He’ll get to the bottom of it, he always does. I wonder if he will try to extract the huge 6.31 I make there?
So, I started another job in the evenings. Together with the other one I have to walk 7 miles a day for a big 3 hours worth of work. Yesterday I got lost and added on 2 extra miles. It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t so hilly, but it is. It sucks. Everything on me hurts. There is a bus that goes there, but I would be losing money to take it. The job is cleaning as well. I work with an old guy and he seems ok… or did. My first day there I met the lady who hired me and she asked where I lived so I gave the general area. She turns to my coworker and asks him does he live near there, he says no and says the opposite side of town, OK. Later that night he inquires if I have another job and I tell him I do. He asks where the store is located and I tell him, then he asks how many hours I work and what hour. I thought he was just being chatty and thought nothing of it. The next day he asks me again to tell him where the store is. Now I feel weird. Part of me is like, maybe he will try to steal my cleaning job from me? Because that’s how desperate for a job I am.
Anyway, I am walking to work yesterday and see him near my work walking, like two stores from it. Then I think, what if I’m right!? So I get worked up about it and then get lost and add on those two extra miles. Then I have to race to work. I get there and he’s already there. That night he asks more questions about me, my ethnicity etc. Then as we are about to leave he gives me compliments saying my smile is cute etc. I reply with “mmmhmm” as I am thinking aloud. He tells me he did not say that to pick up on me. We say our goodbyes and I start walking.
I don’t have a good history of walking home or to work when it is darker out. I have been sexually assaulted before, people have tried to grab me and drag me into a car and I have had other things happen. I do not like walking when it is starting to get dark. Well I am so tired that I am stumbling along and taking my time to get home. I check my watch here and there and by the time I am about 1.5 miles from home it is dark out. I feel a hand on my shoulder after about 40 miles of walking and it’s him! WTF. He tells me someone at the office (98% were already gone when we left) gave him a ride and he wasn’t sure if he should drop him off at the grocery store, but the coworker told him to drop him off right here and lo and behold there I was walking. Then he tells me he usually takes the bus home (not sure if a bus runs that late there). So why didn’t he take the bus? And why would he stay there like 35 minutes later for a coworker to come up to him and offer him a ride? It would have taken them 10 minutes tops in traffic to get to where I was. I don’t know if I believe it. I am afraid he followed me. He said goodbye out on a main road but I felt so tired and paranoid the entire trip home. This morning from work I looked around to see if he was following me. I know he probably wouldn’t try that twice so closely if he was weird. But now I am worried. I told DH last night and he tried to reason it off as maybe the guy was being nice… yeah… ok.
I am trying for an overnight job. I hope I get it. I don’t want to go back there and now tonight I have to walk by myself home again 😦
If that wasn’t bad. I get home, tired, worried and just want a sandwich. In the sink is the ogre’s carton of butter – empty. I guess that was left for us to wash, who knows. So I go into our fridge. You know, the one where we’ve asked him several times to stay out of, but he just steals food and eats out of our jars/tubs with a spoon? Well he used our butter then put it in his fridge. A normal person might say – oh he just borrowed some and forgot to put it back in your fridge. No, he didn’t. With PA people there’s a message. So I did something childish last night. I had had it after my terrible day. All I wanted was a sandwich. So I filled the tub up about half an inch full of some random cooking oil I found and put it back into his fridge. Have it. All yours. And he probably will just eat it. As I saw from this morning there is jam smeared all on the side of the cupboard. Apparently he ate our jam too late night. Sweet.
Edit: Because I forgot to mention – you’d think we’d be safe in the hour I go to work in the morning as far as the Ogre staying out of our bedroom right? Wrong! Every time we leave the house I have to hide important papers: Dh’s pay slips, rotas, etc. In the mornings I’ve been leaving them on his desk because I’m only gone one hour early. Well, after two days of the door suspiciously not being closed when I got home plus DH finding something brought upstairs and tossed in our bedroom we know now that the Ogre takes the opportunity to rifle through our stuff in the morning as well. Joy of joys. (I thought DH brought it in and so I said nothing for days until he said something)