So today when I got to work I was taking a ticket from someone and making sure that the person wrote their info legibly and her last name was --- HERBIG! Seriously. *chuckles* Too bad it wasnt Dolores.

Then this guy (and notice that this is a different booth) came through about 12 times and was making google-y eyes at me. After asking me several questions about myself, and me trying to dodge them all(seeing where this all is going), my replacement was obviously late. Then the creepy guy walks up to my booth and starts asking me MORE questions and then tells me that I am very cute. He asked my name (to which I replied Melanie,not Mallory- my actual name, what people called me at my old job) He asked me out! *shudder* Ugh. I lied and said I had a boyfriend.

Why me? Seriously. Do I invite this subconsciously? FUCK.

Then my person showed up 30 minutes late. Ass. I kept talking about it to my boss, trying to get him written up. He is late every week, and it's his fault I was hit on.

A drink's in order, I think.