With Hillsong came even more demented behaviors. In church, it was just limited to people following me around unnecessarily; really attractive Hispanic girls psychotically parading in model like fashion in an attempt to imitate/compete with me(a most distressing/disturbing behavior that will become a norm even after I left NY); or people following me to restroom or strategically having Australians next to me in the restroom; or people constantly talking about weddings around me. I got the same annoyingly unusual attention that makes it look like something was going on. The freakishly giant worship leader also mentioned how he was single during one of his first visit/sermon to the church even though he suspiciously wore a wedding band.
It was also during this period that I started blogging and even crazier people were sent by my stalkers in between services. There was also some person sitting around me at Starbucks strangely listening to my conversations with people every Sunday. I recall one guy watching my phone as I decided to follow a few of the leaders of the church on twitter. After that Sunday, I noticed the stalkers started using these leaders to tweet things to screw with my head. Anything the leader does on twitter is replicated anytime I went to church. They will have people in a car around me imitating the same things so I will think it is the Hillsong people following me around. Also, there were so many vulgar behaviors on my Sunday commute; from Caucasian men grabbing their private parts as I am walking to church, or a woman doing explicit sexual things with a guy trying to get my attention in the car next me on the highway as I commute to church from Long Island; or people deliberately driving in front of me with a license plate that says “My Bride” anytime the giant worship leader was visiting. There was also a time that I blogged about a creepy predator at Target and how I saw a cop car afterward, the blog is titled” Are you Protected?; after the blog, the worship leader tweeted about how some people deserve to be afforded the best protection(paraphrasing).
The library I visited numerous times before Hillsong came to town now suddenly also had a freakishly tall guy just like the Hillsong guy most times I visited or they will have a tall guy talking to a black girl at the CVS on my way to the Library. The Hispanic neighbors across will also strangely release their caged dog most Sunday mornings as I get into my car to go to church. It was also during that time that my privacy was seriously getting violated. Everything I said in my apartment was responded too by the Hillsong pastor every Sunday! I recall there was a time I said how idiotic/ungodly the pastor was in the privacy of my apartment, afterwards, I went outside and this Hispanic guy yelled some profanity at me in response to what I said about the pastor. This became a most distressing norm right before I left NY and afterwards in California/Nebraska. The pastor also responds to things I say/did the previous day randomly during his sermon. This was consistent every Sunday!
It was also during this period that the craziness came to my job. Prior to Hillsong coming to town, I was thinking of going to law school just because my job as the Housing Coordinator was getting less busy and I knew there was no opportunity for career growth. I was reluctant about it due to the cost, plus I was yet to see the benefit of my costly MBA , probably because I was in the wrong organization. No one at work knew what was going in my personal life, but people at church may know since I was usually studying for the LSAT at Starbucks in between services. Plus, I mentioned it in the privacy of my apartment. A day before taking the LSAT; I was “coincidentally” directed by one of the “female” VP’s to cover for this receptionist girl at our Dialysis center. I felt insulted, but I thought maybe this door may open a better opportunity in the future. That was the first time that I started noticing the same familiar deranged behavior at work. Prior to this, I worked with three girls who would sometimes exhibit the familiar gossiping, unnecessary competition, attention seeking drama, and the antagonistic characteristic of women sent by my stalkers, but I never pay attention to them. I also had an office and could easily close my door to avoid being part of such unprofessional behaviors. However, it was never as alarming as it was in church and never really connected it.
However, it was at Dialysis that I started noticing the same familiar psychotic behaviors. I recall this male Hispanic Medical tech calling me ugly and another black female medical tech presumptuously asking me about some sexually explicit item she thought all women have. While I really did not mind the patients so much, but the workers were so unprofessional! They were the kind of people I would not want to be associated with in anyway. The job itself was not terrible; it was better than doing nothing, but it was not what I wanted to do. Plus, it was not doing any justice for my education, skills, or background. The girl I was covering for was pregnant and "coincidentally" married to an Hispanic cop. She was nice and lovely, I had no problem with her. The Indian nurse manager and British Department head were also somewhat likable. The girl’s husband and his work partner once visited the center. I rarely paid attention to the two cops as I generally do not pay attention to men like these. In fact, I never notice cops. Apart from criminals, the only time most normal people notice cops is if they were pulled over for a ticket.
After a few weeks, I went back to my old office, but thing had changed. I was coincidentally moved out of my office to an open space in our department suite. I felt that I was coming to the end of an era at the hospital since there was no career growth opportunity. Plus, I noticed everything I said in my apartment was responded too at work. I recall passing by the Engineering/maintenance suite and someone responding to something I said that morning in my apartment. I was asked during that period to help with reconciling payroll for another department, a duty I welcomed heartedly because it was accounting, something I studied in school and wanted to get back into, but that assignment was short lived.
Then I started noticing people talking about Australians and other behaviors I saw in church. There was a manager from the nursing office who suddenly took interest in me and would strike up random personal conversations. She also sometime talks about wedding, having babies, and other nonsense I did not care for, but was polite enough to participate. She also exhibited some of those familiar behaviors. I was invited to have lunch with some co-workers from work at a restaurant; there was a girl at work that I never cared for that was telling me she was getting married to some musician, and things were getting uncomfortably personal with people that I did not have anything in common with, but always maintained a professional relationship with. I also started noticing groups of people (mostly men) waiting outside of work for me to get into my car just like church. Also, there were really disturbing behaviors when I visited my doctors for my yearly check up. I also started noticing a few grotesque men in their forties, fifties, and generally repugnant middle age men following me around.
I was then demoted to the nursing office where they had medical secretaries working. I also had to report to a most insecure, unprofessional, and just acerbically rude woman with a lot of issues. Things I said in the privacy of my apartment were responded too by my fellow co-workers at the nursing office. I also started noticing a few people from work at church on Sundays. If my co-workers were reading my blog, that was definitely not my intention, these were people that I was morally incompatible with and definitely did not care to know outside of work. Most readers of my blogs and eaves droppers at my apartment were morons as they tend to really misunderstand what I was saying. Things were taken out of context. I had nothing in common with these people. Something I jokingly asked one of my Jamaican co-workers at the nursing office became the symbol for the psychological attack used by my stalkers till the present day. The crazy drama at church now came to work. A guy from Virginia Beach once come into the nursing office, who went on and on about a patient who was a relative. I also started noticing a lot of young adults coming into the office as if I was to serve as some kind of role model. Pretty much the same behavior that I was used to from people I met at Starbucks/church sent by my stalkers.
People were consistently calling me to show them vacant hospital apartments during my lunch break in an attempt to get me to come outside. They started using the nurses that lived in the houses for the same senseless drama that I use to get only in the city. The nurses started calling about really unusual things. A Puerto Rican male nurse called that he was been bullied by his overweight female roommate just to get me to give the expected Christian counsel/compassion or an Indian nurse calling about a used condom in her apartment. I also had some “ coincidentally” unusual people now interested in seeing the apartment; a student nurse from
, an Indian
Australian nurse, a middle age doctor from NJ. My new manager was also more concerned
about irrelevant things. She had a problem with my skinny pants, she did
not want me involved in the apartment conflict resolutions that I done for
years even though she was clueless about my housing job. She also knew all the awful things I
said about her in the privacy of my apartment. This obviously caused a lot of tension
for me at work. It was one
of those days that I said something about her in my apartment that she called
me into her office to complain about one of her usual irrelevant things, but
she also somewhat mentioned some of the things I said about her in my
apartment. It was the last straw for me as I marched into the nurse recruiter’s
office to let her know that I could not do this anymore. I gave my two weeks notice and I
honestly thought/hoped that would be the end of my
relationship with that job, but boy, was I wrong! Boston
I really was not sure what I wanted to do, but I knew that I could not work under such conditions. I recall telling people at work that I may decide to start a business, go to law school, but what I really wanted was to get back into accounting. At my exit interview, the blonde HR manager kept asking if I was sure that I did not take anything that belonged to the hospital. Now, I wonder how she knew that, did she overhear me talking about the sticky note pads I took in the privacy of my apartment that morning; was she stalking me outside of work and noticed I took an office supply; or did she just have a psychic power; the future will tell a different story. The craziness that followed after quitting my job and led me out of NY will be the subject of my next post.