Thank you, FPH! I took your advice regarding my fatty co-worker. Previous post (https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/1345529))[here]. Go read that. So, I followed your advice. Annoying fat co-worker and I worked a shift together today, much to my dismay. He did what he normally does when we work together: follow me around, repeatedly say my name in a sing-songy whiny voice (even when he has nothing fucking useful to say, and he never does), begs me to hang out with him, complains about "working out" a billion times, then tells some ten minute story about buying chicken nuggets at Wal-Mart or some shit. Normally, I'd cross my arms and stare off into the opposite direction, occasionally giving an "mmm" as a reply. Today, I didn't even do that. As soon as he came near me, I zipped down the closest aisle and pretended to straighten out some cookie boxes and stuff. He kept talking, so I walked farther and started to check the expiry dates on some food products, etc. You get the idea. This was all fine and dandy until he said something that actually pissed me off: "I know this girl. She's a vegan and one day, she ate a cheeseburger. She thought it was the most amazing thing in the world and now she eats cheeseburgers." I snapped back, "I quit eating animal products out of empathy for the animals. Not because I don't like the taste of meat." and kept moving down the aisle. "Yeah, but so did she!" "Obviously not." He laughed and said, "It's okay, calm down. I know how much you like your little diet." I'm sorry but, my little diet? I feel very strongly about my personal beliefs surrounding my veganism. And furthermore, I've never spoken a word about my veganism since I "came out" to anyone but him. He's the only damn person that brings it into conversation (e.g. telling me about how much he loves meat but "knows I don't agree with it", etc.). I don't harass him, or anyone who eats meat for eating meat. Therefore, I expect the same respect to be reciprocated. I just huffed and briskly walked away... Which resulted in him repeatedly asking "Are you mad at me? Chronicallydieting? Chronicallydieting? Are you mad? Chronically..." Eventually, he buzzed off. I know the rule about never communicating with fats more than necessary, but I tried my darndest. Sorry. He got off shift a half an hour after my shift ended. Thiiiiis is where it gets good.  I brought a cute grey sweater dress, black tights, and high-heel boots to work, in my purse. When I got off shift, I got dressed, styled my hair in the bathroom, and put on some red lipstick. I sat dicking around on my phone until he got off shift. When he got off, I stood up and asked him how I looked. "Oh, you look great! But where are you going if you're busy all the time and never have time to hang out ever?" "On a date!" "But I ask you to hang out all the time and you say that you're always busy?"  I could see the disappointment creeping up on his face. "Yeah, but I like this guy so I made the time." I promptly grabbed my purse and walked right out without another word. I'm now munching on my (awesome) vegan nachos and watching "Mighty Ducks" in a hoodie and sweatpants. Today was a really good day. Thanks!