Office Stalker has stalked me twice already this morning. First he barged into my fellow wage slave's cubicle where the two of us were comparing bargains at a big department store sale; he walked in as I told her that I only paid $14 for the dress I was wearing. "Oh, you never tell the price!" he exclaimed. Well, nimrod, it happened to be a private conversation. I gave him the withering look I use when I'm dealing with people I can't stand - he should get used to it. After he left my coworker said, "Oh, he's friendly...but not in a good way."

Then, 20 minutes after that, he barged into my cube. "Who's your boss, Karen?" "Ummm...Carol." "Well, I'm telling her to give you a raise so you can spend more on clothes." This cracked him up - he laughed and touched my shoulder which happens to be bare, as I'm wearing a sundress. GRRRRRRRR...I DO NOT like being touched by people I don't like/know.

It just so happens that Carol knows about this stalking situation and can do something about it. No one messes with her minions, especially right before Chuck-a-Palooza.