A few summers ago...
I used to work in a garden centre earning cider notes in the garden furniture department.

It was often outside, a bit of physical lifting & a real no-brainer with routine : Walk in, chat to reception crumpet, walk back & forward from warehouse to sales floor etc.

After 3 months I left, financially boyant & with the reception-crumpet on my arm.

Reminiscing with her the other day it comes out that she used to obsessively follow me with the CCTV cameras from her desk all day long- from the moment my car pulled up, to the moment it sped out off site in the evening, zooming when I was static building furniture & nervously tracking when I momentarily crossed between cam zones.

She's a great girl though and we are still together now- so without giving hope to all you weirdos out there- stalking isn't all bad!
( the dalai farmer always likes tea, but especially on, Sun 3 Feb 2008, 21:18, Reply)