Stalk on by

I may or may not have inadvertently got myself involved with a psychopathic stalker of the highest calibre. Either that or I have made a friend for life, I'm not really sure at this point in proceedings.

Let me explain.

There's this chick at work. She's perfectly nice. She sits beside me. In the first week she was really sweet but clearly unhappy in life and after the first week or so she started to grate on my nerves by being really miserable and snappy and just plain negative which I just don't need at the moment.

So anyway, I decided to gently ease myself away and try not to let the negativity rub off on me. Easier said than done when she sits right beside me.

Then, I found out that she lives five doors down from me, in the same street!! Well, to cut a long story short, she has a lot of personal problems and this morning I felt so sorry for her that I gave her my number and also told her to pop over if she ever needed to get out of the house. And I meant it.

Well! After she'd left at 4pm this evening, the gossip really started to flow. My Manager and colleagues were talking about how miserable she has been today especially and I let slip that I'd offered her the Wondy shoulder to cry on. They all started laughing and saying "Well of course you have to make up your own mind but we do think she's a bit of a bunny boiler..."

*Gulp*

It transpires that she's been involved in one or two very strange situations with members of our team, including writing rude things about my Supervisor on the toilet walls, being a bit over-friendly physically and just being plain scary!

*Double gulp*

So I will keep you informed if Lucy Fur hasn't been chopped up and boiled in a saucepan and I haven't been disposed of in an unsavoury manner as we sleep.

You never can tell.