jabberwocky wrote:Have you been stalked by anyone from PF, or any other site, be it physical, electronic, etc.?
A TL at a sales call centre I worked at did this after we almost hooked-up one night when our teams were celebrating after finishing training induction (I was a new employee). A bleached blond pocket-rocket she was, standing about 5'0, with a tattoo on her left calf. We started chatting at a bar, and $300 and a few shape-making dance moves later I'd picked her up against some dark wall somewhere - she weighed less than 45kg - and we'd started making out. But as the temperature rose and we got a cab to go somewhere, she went all weird on me, started going on about not wanting to come across as a slut. Nothing ended up happening, and because she lived in a smaller satellite town, I ended up paying a bigass cab fair to get home.
The next day, the texting started. I stopped replying one-for-one after a few hours, but didn't think it was too out of the ordinary. Then work that Monday morning, my boss sits me down - he was my age, and we'd already become chummy - and he looks at me with bemused concern before asking, 'What are you doing, VCR? She's f--king crazy mate.' Apparently he and another TL had already made a bet about how long it'd take before a boiled bunny showed up on my desk.
She'd txted me that morning and I hadn't replied yet, and so less than an hour after the heads-up from my boss, sh|t started to get hostile. This long, abusive message about me giving mixed signals comes through, and she was suddenly wherever I needed to go. About 200 people worked at the centre in a kind of horse-shoe-spanning fractal lily-pad, with each sales team occupying its own 15-20 person desk network. After a few days of texts being ignored, she started going out of her way to circle my desk whenever walking past, and her facebook was updated to say: 'Think you can play fuker!? Wait till you see how this b|tch plays the game!!!!'
I also had another job at a petrol station to pay off some debts, which meant I worked saturdays and sundays as well, and, lucky for me, the servo was right in her town. For three months, her black Holden Monaro would be parked in the carpark (which also shared with a supermarket) on every shift I had, for no less than an hour at a time, without her ever getting out of the car. Only twice she'd come in, and that was early on. Looking back, I probably should've just dealt with it then, but her behaviour was fascinating. I decided to use non-complimentary behaviour, and be polite, to try and prevent her aggression from connecting with anything. But, she had more endurance than I anticipated.
3 months later I was up for a promotion pathway, and as luck would have it, she was one of two people charged with letting me know, as the centre manager was out for the day. Somehow, she managed to engineer the feedback to say that my performance wasn't up to scratch (even though I'd set three company sales records and had the highest customer service rating in the centre), and that I'd be on the phone for another year before being considered. Long story short, she blamed it on being told wrong information, and the next day the centre manager spent about 45 minutes apologising to me.
A few months later: I had my own team, she'd stopped interacting all together, and I had a phone with more than 50 abusive messages saved, that were never responded to.
A year later, I moved interstate with a work transfer, and had forgotten about her. Might have been there two years before she showed up again - which was for a transfer of her own. Of the 250 people I met while working in our original workplace, she was the only one that ended up anywhere near me. She wasn't on the same project, but she somehow managed to be on the same floor.
A couple years after that, I'd broken up with a girlfriend I'd been living with (who also worked for the same company) and also quit work after working there for 5 years. Fresh start.
Low and behold, who suddenly became my ex's best friend, even though she came from a different state and had no mutual acquaintances outside of their work? The one and only.
I get that this type of person can be dangerous, but I just didn't see the threat outside of being irritated, and I still don't. She might be a more neurotic version of Amy Dunne, but my view is, if you had access to everyone's minds as you walked down a busy street, you'd probably think she was fairly normal - albeit on the eccentric side, with an unhealthy obsession.
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