I received these journals (and pen, don’t forget the pen!) plus flowers, candy and a huge stuffed bear from my former cubicle neighbor at a job I worked at for 3 years. As you’ll see, the guy is fucking nuts.
These are just a selection. Most of the entries (221 total) are rather mundane, just notating what I wear, and anything that pops into his crazy head that he feels I want to hear him blather on about.
Our cubicles were next to each other the whole time I worked at this firm. We were kinda friendly the first six months I was there. Then he asked me on a date. I very politely declined. I was very firm that I don’t date co-workers and what-not.
After that, besides for a friendly hello, he said almost nothing to me. We were on different teams, so it wasn’t a big deal to me.
But after I turned him down, he started keeping this journal. This entry also takes a turn into the crazy end. Up until now he called me pet names and talked as if we were currently dating.
This is the first time he really reveals that he’s planned the rest of our lives out for us. The last 9 months of the journals get really bad.
