My shift supervisor called me while I was working today. She had a phone number for me from a Norman. Apparently Norman saw me working last night and though I was cute or something, so this morning he went to the service desk and had them call the Open Access Labs, who then called me working in the SWKT to give me his number. Ridiculous you say? I thought so too.

Dear Norman,
I'm sorry but how did you know I was working again in the SWKT again this morning? I believe you even said that I worked from seven to eleven. On a scale of one to creepy, that gets creepy as hell. I did not talk to you. You should not know my work schedule! Second, I'm flattered that you were interested from afar but it's much more flattering if you actually come and talk to me. That way if I decided to take your number, which I didn't, I would at least know what I was getting myself into. With the name Norman, aka the crazy man from Psycho, you cannot get away with being creepy in any measure. All I've been doing is wondering how likely is it you have your dead mother's skeleton sitting in a rocking chair, locked away in your apartment. Third, I don't know..I just felt like I should have a third.
kay, see you never!
Joni