I have a new job. I’m a title searcher.
Just one thing has me on edge. Everything else I can shoo away like so many flies by thinking, “I’m new. I’m still learning. It’s okay, people have my back.” One of the other title searchers, afaik she works for a different title search company, has all the hallmarks of being angry. Bright, short, blue hair. Glasses.
I already have issues with women, and I am a gynophobe. I’m terrified she’s going to flip her shit at me some day over some minor offense and turn into Andrea Dworkin.
Of course, I’m sure what I’d consider to be a minor offense is probably a capital crime nowadays in the politically correct year of 2019.
It’s a shame, I don’t want to avoid people but everything about this person says stay away. Just like the bright coloration of poisonous Amazonian frogs.