Journal Entry 3/26/25
●At about 9:50 AM a co worker stopped me in the back area by the break room to tell me about her pet rat dieing. Pet rats, or rats in general are common themes that he likes to use at a could places I've worked. Probably a pay on words in reference to ratting people out.
●After this, at about 10:05am while some of us were in the general merchandise rolling bins area, another co worder tapped out a tune that is the same one the stalker uses in his love letter videos on the "I need you my love" channel.
I straight to the bathroom top
cry. I'm not able to get away from him anywhere I go and all I want is for him to leave me alone!
● After I pulled myself together I went out on the floor to stock the things we pulled from the back, one of my team members asked what was up with the has cans that were picked to stock. They weren't needed anywhere on the floor. I'm pretty sure the stalker noticed that I was low on gas that morning and that I was considering if I should get it then or wait.
The coworker was actions very weird about them. He asked what was up with them, not of they could be stocked...
● While continuing stocking my Team lead and I started talking about our kids, at which point I was able to mention my stalker and that my kids safety was why they can't live with me.
The way she immediately and sharply looked at me when I said an ex boyfriend was stalking me gave me the feeling that she may have had combust with him, or knows that others on our team have.
● Just after that my team coach came to hand out chocolates... this is the same woman who just yesterday mentioned that an area of the store smelled life farts... about three hours after I just happened to pass gas in that same location. She wasn't there to know that at the time and there ex no way the smell would have lingered there for that long. I'm pretty sure my ex got her to so that as well as hand out chocolates right after I sent to the bathroom to cry... such seems to be something he has people do where I work, just like he did at the sandwich shop...