Firstly, I just want to point out (mostly for the sake of my mother’s mental well-being) that he is not really a stalker. It’s just the nickname I have given him because “that gross, creepy guy who keeps calling me” is too long to type all the time. I am fine, Mom. Please do not mail me a baseball bat.
When I got to work tonight I learned that the General Manager not only sent me the phone company and office number, but had called them himself. They said they can order a trace on the caller if I file a police report. So I did. I had never filed a police report before, and the officer seemed incredibly helpful (I did it over the phone so if there was any eyerolling, Mary and Amber, I wouldn’t know). I told the GM and gave him the report number, so he is going to call the phone company again.
It is really comforting to know that everyone seems to be taking this pretty seriously. Or maybe that should scare me. Honestly, I’m more annoyed than anything. Just leave me alone, already. My music selection shall reflect this.
The next time I think I don’t have a life, I will have to look back and remember this guy.