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had a very interesting day. Not unlike any other I started the day with dropping Steve off at work and then heading off to the Nursing home to do some organizing and filing, that kind of fun stuff. I hadn't been there long when a very young resident came rolling down the hall and stopped in front of me like she does every morning. She had a paper in her mouth and when I showed an interest in what it was she showed me a picture of Jesus with children around him. She said "It's Jesus Christ", in her somewhat slurred, deep voice. I asked her if she knew Jesus and she said "Yes" and then I told her I know Jesus too. Then I leaned in close to her and put my hand on her back and told her Jesus loves her, in a very sincere tone, which I was sincere, it's very true. She smiled so big and looked so happy. That was such a cool moment!
had a very interesting day. Not unlike any other I started the day with dropping Steve off at work and then heading off to the Nursing home to do some organizing and filing, that kind of fun stuff. I hadn't been there long when a very young resident came rolling down the hall and stopped in front of me like she does every morning. She had a paper in her mouth and when I showed an interest in what it was she showed me a picture of Jesus with children around him. She said "It's Jesus Christ", in her somewhat slurred, deep voice. I asked her if she knew Jesus and she said "Yes" and then I told her I know Jesus too. Then I leaned in close to her and put my hand on her back and told her Jesus loves her, in a very sincere tone, which I was sincere, it's very true. She smiled so big and looked so happy. That was such a cool moment!So the morning goes on and I get done all I need to get done so I gather my things a
nd go. I had a couple errands to run but then I stopped by the D.I. If your not from around here, that's a huge thrift store chain that the Mormon's run. I like second hand shopping, something about other people's trash that makes me think "treasure". So I start off in the kid’s clothes and move around the store but when I got close to the shoes I noticed a woman looking for her son, she was calling his name and looking around. I felt a little bit of anxiety for her and wanted to go ask her if she needed any help, but an employee pointed her in the direction she thought the kid went. The woman got out of earshot and felt the need to share with me her judgment. She said something about how the woman should have put her kid in the cart so he didn't wander off. I hate it when people bring you in on their ideas in hopes of you agreeing with them so that they feel justified in passing judgment on another person. I politely said to the worker "it's not nice to pass judgment on people". She started kind of arguing with me and saying something about there being a rule that kids must be kept in carts (as if they could even make such a heinous rule). I kept walking and trying to get away from her and this is about the time that I realize that I've seen the same out of place looking guy twice now and feel like he's been looking at me both times, but maybe just looking in my direction. I didn't have much room in my mind to give it much thought because I was still thinking about stupid worker lady bothering me about whether she was or wasn't passing judgment on lady who nearly had a heart attack looking for her kid. So I kind of wandered past the women's unmentionable's where they had put some women's clothes in and then I saw the guy again, and again I was pretty sure he was looking at me. I was starting to get irritated. This guy is not pushing a cart, has no merchandise in his hands, he's wearing a hoodie with the hood up and now I'm pretty sure he's following me. 
After giving him a huff and walking a little faster so that he knew I was irritated with him for not leaving me alone (which is the same thing I do to wal-mart employees when the continue to stock shelves right in front of what I'm looking at, and that's kind of how I felt toward hoodie dude at this moment). Then crazy judgment lady comes walking up to explain to me some more about how she was certainly not passing judgment on scared mom, so I'm already irritated because of her and creepy dude and walk toward the front of the store, and as I turn the corner I notice that he is still oddly close to me and so now I'm not irritated at him, I'm kind of scared of him. I walked up to the cashier and it crossed my mind just to check out and leave but then I have the 30 yards or so to walk to the car and not many people are in the parking lot and hoodie dude doesn't seem to care much about drawing attention to himself. So I told the cashier I thought I was being followed and she waved over the manager. When the manager started walking up I turned around to point the guy out and sure enough, as if this doesn't make him look even more suspicious he turns around and makes a straight path for the back of the store. I'm sure of it at that moment that he was definitely following me around. I was pretty creaped out and just wanted to pay for my stuff and go, so they checked me out and the manager asked me about the color of the guy's hoodie and then walked me to the car. I've never had anything like that happen before. It took a while before my heart rate went back to normal, I don't think I'll be going into Ghetto town D.I. (which is about a half a block away from my job) alone anytime soon though.
nd go. I had a couple errands to run but then I stopped by the D.I. If your not from around here, that's a huge thrift store chain that the Mormon's run. I like second hand shopping, something about other people's trash that makes me think "treasure". So I start off in the kid’s clothes and move around the store but when I got close to the shoes I noticed a woman looking for her son, she was calling his name and looking around. I felt a little bit of anxiety for her and wanted to go ask her if she needed any help, but an employee pointed her in the direction she thought the kid went. The woman got out of earshot and felt the need to share with me her judgment. She said something about how the woman should have put her kid in the cart so he didn't wander off. I hate it when people bring you in on their ideas in hopes of you agreeing with them so that they feel justified in passing judgment on another person. I politely said to the worker "it's not nice to pass judgment on people". She started kind of arguing with me and saying something about there being a rule that kids must be kept in carts (as if they could even make such a heinous rule). I kept walking and trying to get away from her and this is about the time that I realize that I've seen the same out of place looking guy twice now and feel like he's been looking at me both times, but maybe just looking in my direction. I didn't have much room in my mind to give it much thought because I was still thinking about stupid worker lady bothering me about whether she was or wasn't passing judgment on lady who nearly had a heart attack looking for her kid. So I kind of wandered past the women's unmentionable's where they had put some women's clothes in and then I saw the guy again, and again I was pretty sure he was looking at me. I was starting to get irritated. This guy is not pushing a cart, has no merchandise in his hands, he's wearing a hoodie with the hood up and now I'm pretty sure he's following me. 
After giving him a huff and walking a little faster so that he knew I was irritated with him for not leaving me alone (which is the same thing I do to wal-mart employees when the continue to stock shelves right in front of what I'm looking at, and that's kind of how I felt toward hoodie dude at this moment). Then crazy judgment lady comes walking up to explain to me some more about how she was certainly not passing judgment on scared mom, so I'm already irritated because of her and creepy dude and walk toward the front of the store, and as I turn the corner I notice that he is still oddly close to me and so now I'm not irritated at him, I'm kind of scared of him. I walked up to the cashier and it crossed my mind just to check out and leave but then I have the 30 yards or so to walk to the car and not many people are in the parking lot and hoodie dude doesn't seem to care much about drawing attention to himself. So I told the cashier I thought I was being followed and she waved over the manager. When the manager started walking up I turned around to point the guy out and sure enough, as if this doesn't make him look even more suspicious he turns around and makes a straight path for the back of the store. I'm sure of it at that moment that he was definitely following me around. I was pretty creaped out and just wanted to pay for my stuff and go, so they checked me out and the manager asked me about the color of the guy's hoodie and then walked me to the car. I've never had anything like that happen before. It took a while before my heart rate went back to normal, I don't think I'll be going into Ghetto town D.I. (which is about a half a block away from my job) alone anytime soon though. 
Oh that is so creepy! I hate it when I get the feeling someone is following me around! I'm pretty paranoid, so usually noone's actually following me, but it's still a super scary feeling.
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