::looks aroud nervously::

The things you learn in a thread.......tsk tsk

I don't even want to get into the customer who stalked me for months on end and also emailed me inappropriate pictures of himself

It's funny now, it was super creepy then. I had to switch branches twice to get rid of him. The first time it didn't work, because he called the original branch and asked for me and the stupid teller told him "oh, she doesn't work here anymore, she's over at our Main Street branch now"

You had a stalker? Holy cats!

Oh yeah, the guy would not leave me alone... What's worse is that I was working for a big bank and they didn't take it seriously UNTIL he sent those pictures of himself. They (including my male SVP) thought I was overreacting and should be "flattered" because obviously the guy has a little crush. Nice...

I had flowers sent to the branch all the time, he would drop by and call almost daily, etc. When I wanted to take out a restraining order (I was afraid to leave the branch alone and as the manager I was supposed to open up and lock up by myself) the bank didn't want me to do that because they thought it would be bad to have a restraining order on a "good customer" - he owned a local company and had pretty good $ in the bank. My boyfriend at the time (now my husband) ended up altering his schedule so that he could drive me to work and pick me up everyday, even though it was completely out of his way. But that only lasted a few weeks because then the guy sent those pictures. I immediately took it to the SVP and HR and they freaked out. The SVP finally made the decision to terminate the relationship with the customer, he personally delivered the cashier's check to the guy's office and told him to stay away. But he didn't. So they transferred me to a different location and the staff was instructed not to tell ANYONE who asks about me where I went (unless it was an internal employee of course) but that one teller did tell and the guy started calling me at that branch and sent me flowers. I got transferred another time, to a completely different county/region and that worked. I didn't mind the longer commute as long as I got rid of him.

Wow, so this probably goes without asking but were the pictures of him nude? I can't imagine someone doing that this day in age. How can you not know that's wrong, or that you are going to be caught?

And more importantly, can you forward those photos??

^^^Strictly asking for instructional and training purposes

LMAO!!!

No, he was stupid enough to email them to my work email address (from my business cards) - and I think that's why everyone freaked out. That's the only way he had to email me, I would never give my personal email address to a customer, stalker or not! LOL

And yes, he was not dressed... One of the pictures also offered a lovely close-up I.T. took care of "cleaning up my email" and then gave me a new email address so that they could monitor my old one. LMAO

And Spivol - I don't think he was right in the head anyway. He wasn't worried about getting caught, he just really REALLY wanted me to go on a date with him. Barf.

nuke-que-ler (jk-couldn't resist)

around here, there's a few cities with peculiar pronunciations: DeSoto (Dee-So-tah) & Lancaster (it's Lank-a-ster, not Lan-cas-ter) & Balch Springs (like what's under your mattress: Box Springs )

my granddad used to say Chicargo

my dad says Wal-mark & I have an "idear"

& when he came to visit, he called "Coit" (Coyt) street "Co-it" [he's also from L.A. (Lower Alabama), so one-syllable words becoming two is not all that uncommon]

when my sister 1st moved to the D/FW area she pronounced "Arapaho" (A-rap-a-ho) as "Air-rah-pah-ho"

so, we quite frequently meet at Co-it & Air-rah-pah-ho

I use picture & pitcher interchangeably & I have no idea what the difference is between pen & pin (or ten & tin)??

my kids both thought John Schlitt was singing "Reggie, the Lord" rather than "Praise Ye the Lord"

& that reminds me...

God's 1st name is Howard.

I know this from the Lord's Prayer...

Our Father, who art in Heaven,
Howard be thy name.

I can be there in 20 minutes.