Hi
Over the years I worked for several places, restaurants anything just use your imagination.
In 1995 I got tired of working for the food industry, I wasn't going any were, plus the language happen to be a beerier.
May 7 1995 I started working for an Assisted living called Stern Group Management, witch later changed their name to Stern Group LLC.
Trust me the money wasn't any better, During day time I worked as an Administrated Assistant, I was jack of trades.
Nigth time I had a contract with them to clean the empty units in 3 buddings.
I work 2 years straigth day and nigth from 10:30AM until 3:00AM by my self in order to by my house.
I was home for the weekends, for some reason I was young and had the strengt to work, and to have time for everything else
While Elenice my lover was having time to do whatever she wanted. She never believed in me, but for some reason I am alive.
Social worker was very curious about my personal life, who I was, and more, so was the bus driver.
I really didn't talk with much the order members in the office, just professional relations, sometimes is best that way.
I was going to a very difficult time of my life at the time, my relationship with Elenice, Health, I will get to the health situation later.
This one day the Social Worker enter the office , and came towards me as if she was going to kiss me,my first gut reaction was to push her away, because there was order people in the conference room, and I din't know what was going on.
I only spend 2 hours in the office, and the rest I had to be in the cafeteria until 6:00AM.
I was under the impression that she started folowing me around the place, she would go up at least twice to the cafeteria, and she wouln'd take her eyes of me.
My coworkers notice her looking at me with her pappy eyes.
I started having problems, and one day I pulled her aside to tell her that my life was private.
She told me that she was open, and that all the other places that she worked she never had any problems.
One day she called me at work to mlet me know that her car was broken, and she ask for a ride the next morning. I gave her ride the next morning not a problem.
We lived 5 minutes apart.
What do think was she following me or not?.

Thanks

Rbarros