Today I had an interview for a job that I already had and don't really want to have again but having it will allow me to buy cute shoes...and food...and dog toys so it's a step in the right direction. I have to put my head in the right place about it and negotiate the shit out of the head office. But also I'm kind of a little freaked out because of something unrelated that might be related and maybe is a sign of impending doom.
Yesterday I went to buy groceries. My usual market is by a school and there is a four way stop. One way has a stop sign and all four ways have stop lines and two foot letters that spell stop. So, I was stopped at the sign and line and to my right there was a guy in a truck waiting to go. He proceeded safely through the intersection and then the car behind it rode his ass all the way around the corner. You know how sometimes you can't control the "what the fuck" hand gesture, it just comes out? That happened because seriously, who doesn't at least pause and look before driving through a four way stop at a school? So, to make this otherwise boring traffic story more interest, the driver turns around and parks next to me, gets out, and comes around to my window to tell me I had the stop sign, loudly. The driver looked like a scary man, so I locked my doors and called Matt before I realized it was a butch lady driver and I probably could've taken her. It seemed like a bad idea to get out, like what would it really solve, so I pulled out and got another space. I was pleasantly surprised that my car was not exploded when I got out of the store. So, what? It's not even about the stopping and the endangering it's about the stalking and the creepy. Sociopaths need groceries too I guess.
Anyway, I almost forgot about the weirdest part. When I was having my interview today I saw her car (orange element) with a dog that looks suspiciously like hers hanging out the window in the parking lot of the new old job. I didn't get a good look because I was actually interviewing at the time but yikes, that would be the worst coincidence in the history of ever. They want me working the drive up station, what happens if she comes to make a deposit of her mental health disability checks and she sees me. I'm going to have to hide in the vault and change my name to Sherry.