I friggin HATE HIM!!!!!
Don't waste your breath asking what's wrong. I'm homesick. I'm ALWAYS going to be homesick. You can stop wondering.
Don't say "punk," or "butthead," or try to trip me whenever I walk by.
Don't call me "honey," or "sweetheart," or "little girl." I have never been called "little girl" for good reason. There is nothing LITTLE about me. Even my hair is large and in charge. I'm especially larger than someone we BOTH KNOW. Well, taller, anyway.

I'm back at the centre for ONE STUPID DAY. Walking around calibrating machines for my equipment training, and he was baking. First he ignored me for an hour. Then he started in with "What's wrong? Are you ok, little girl? Are you sure? Do you need to talk?"
And then he acted like a 12-year-old and muttered names under his breath whenever I walked by, and/or tried to trip me.
And he warned everyone who would listen about me, and not to tempt me because I might bust out in a silly walk or start singing or having fun or something.

He touched my ass once, and I could complain about that, but I'm pretty sure it was accidental.
We were doing our review in the breakroom, and he walked by 3 or 4 times and stared at me everytime. And then the fiancee showed up, and he made her come and say hello to me. I heard them.
Him "Did you see? Kally's here! Did you say hi?"
Her "Yes, I waved. Let's go."

Mostly I just want to complain about him.
I'm just mad that I have to be back here. Not so much because of him, just in general. I want to be at home. The more time I spend here, the less I like it.

When he asked me what was wrong, I said "Just blame the damn Canadian Thanksgiving."
He asked why. I said because it's not my holiday, and I was bored out of my skull.
He said I should have come over and had dinner with him.

Nice. That sounds like a great idea. Bastard.