I Guess It's Time To Break Out The Flack Jacket....

So it looks like the natives are taking potshots at me. And no I don't mean verbal shots from parties offended by the content of this blog. I am talking about someone un-strapping their "gat" and busting off a few rounds. Using my CSI skills I have determined the weapon to be a pellet gun. To the guilty party, if you can read, I am coming for you. You won't even know what hit you. This is going on my list of work memories.

So in almost five years in my current job I have been

1. punched ( the guy was so drunk he missed my head and hit my shoulder, then he asked if I would give him a ride home)
2. hit on by a man (the guy sat on my desk and told me my pants looked sexy)
3. stalked
4. flashed
5. threatened with arson
6. threatened to be killed
7. threatened twice by different people to "have my a$$ handed to me" Forgive the language but it is a direct quote
8. fired the same guy over 20 times because he "forgot", in his defense the guy was certifiably crazy

There is probably more but this is a quick post. Also 8,6,4 and 3 were all the same guy over a three month spree.