October 13, 2008 7:00 am
My college major was in Management Information Systems, which is basically business and computers. During my senior year, I was offered an internship at one of the larger software companies. I jumped at the chance since it would look great on my resume. It was your typical internship, I did busy work and nothing the least bit exciting. Still, I was eager to learn and meet people since I thought these were the “contacts” that I needed to find employment in the real world. They also had a fully stocked snack room and soda machine and everything was FREE for the taking so I consumed about ten sodas a day.
One day when I arrived in my cubicle, I noticed something strange. There was a stuffed animal, a bear holding a heart. It wasn’t accompanied with a note or any clue as to who it was from but the sentiment was nice so I left it on my desk. A few days later there was a printout of a poem on my desk. It was about a secret crush and how great it would feel to the admirer if they could win my affections. Nothing too weird, right? I was the twenty-three year old intern in a male dominated field of computer geeks. There were a few geeky dudes there that I doubt had ever spoken to a girl and my kindness was probably misconstrued as something more. Then it got weird. There was another poem that talked about what it would be like to feel my kiss and taste my mouth. Uhm, no. I went to the supervisor and tried to be low key but let him know I was a bit freaked out. His response? He called a group meeting with ME there to talk about the situation, then put security cameras on my desk. Way subtle. The admirer got the hint and that was the end of it.
A few weeks ago, I received a present in my driveway. A dead rat. Thankfully, the pest control guy actually found it and disposed of the poor dead rodent before I got a good look. We didn’t think much of it until yesterday when there was another dead rat in the same spot. This time, the poor rat’s eyes had been gouged out. As I disposed of the rat, I wondered if this was a sign. Has a neighborhood cat decided to bestow his most prized possession on us or was it something else? I’m wondering if I have a new stalker. Perhaps someone who’s in love with my blog? Or someone who isn’t in love with it and is trying to send me a message? Come out, come out, wherever you are…… my secret stalker. Is it YOU?
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