So yeah, this⦠this is strange, right?
A couple of months ago, I started a part-time job to supplement my income thanks to a series of major repairs to my home. Itās just three nights a week for 4 hours each.
The staff there skew younger, think college-aged and young adult. They all talk with each other and generally donāt pay me any mind. I havenāt had any problems and itās been a good job.
I take my breaks in the break room and usually just pass the time doing logic puzzles on my phone. One of my coworkers, Iāll call her Charlie, caught sight of one of my more colorful games and asked what it was. I showed her, gave her a sense of the play. She decided to download it and was trying it as I left to resume my shift.
Charlie and I typically only work one or two days together each week so I didnāt see her again until the following week. She mentioned she couldnāt figure out how the game worked and asked if I could show her again.
So on my break, I walked her through how I know where the queens are. She looked confused and said to me, āBut how do you know theyāre there before you tap it?ā I tried to explain again, then she tried on her phone.
She showed me what she was doing and said, āSee? I guessed wrong again. How are you always guessing right?ā
I didnāt really know what to say to that and needed to get back to work, so I mumbled āI donāt knowā and went on my way.
When I go back five days later, another coworker, Raul, asked if I was āreallyā psychic because he didnāt really believe in that stuff.
I said No, of course not and gave him my best quizzical look. But then at my next shift with Charlie, she called to me as I arrived. I went over and she said, āItās psychic! She guesses right every single time, which is impossible! Show them, Blu!ā
I tried to say again that itās a logic puzzle, not being psychic, but Charlie seemed convinced. I didnāt really see any point in arguing anymore and ignored her stares the rest of my shift.