So...
I got the job. And it's PERFECT for me. Baking bread and decorating cakes. Yep, perfect.
Oh, except I'm retarded and didn't get my license when I was 16 and have to walk to work. I actually like walking, means I won't have to workout.
On my brisk walk back to our place a man in a red truck stalled out next to me. No big deal. I was talking to Mom on the phone, didn't think anything of it. Until later in the walk a woman pulled up next to me and asked if I needed a ride "uh, no thanks.." And she's all "um, that guy that stalled out just passed 2 more times." And then I was creeped out. I have this lady telling me some dude is creeping me and my Mom yelling at me over the phone not to get in the car. I gave my phone to the lady to figure something out, and they agreed she would follow me. It was kinda weird, I did my Bostonian walk...until I saw the truck AGAIN. Now I'm freaaaaaked out. I ask the lady if that was the same truck and she's all "YES!" So, I get in her nice minivan (God, readers..don't ever do that..on any normal day I WOULDN'T!) and I have her drop me off at the lobby to our apartment (I also got her name and number. Why? I'm not sure. It seemed like something your supposed to do when a nice lady helps you out.) I'm 95% certain the guy didn't see where I was going, because while I was inside I saw him creep by AGAIN. Twenty minutes later my very nice landlord drove me to my apartment. She also said she would tell maintenance about the creepster. About an hour later....I saw the sheriff drive by.
So, needless to say. I'm getting my license before I get a job. And yes, I'm still freaked out.
