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Today sucked. We had to move our entire office today into our new building. Joe came and helped me pack up, while the movers did their crap and Lisa was at the new building doing her crap. Joe was with me until five, when I dropped him off so he could drive up to his sisters house for her b-day party, then I went back to the new building to start unpacking.
I walked in and a couple of the movers got off the elevator. One of them looked at me and asked "where'd your help go?!" I simply responded with a polite "He had other plans for the evening." Apparently that's all it took for this guy to think he had permission to...well, flirt isn't the right word for what he was doing.
I ended up on the elevator alone with him three times. The first time he said something along the lines of "You know, I just got out of jail a couple of weeks ago and you are riling me up!" I had absolutely no idea what to say. The second time I was on the elevator with him I had my hand on my knife in my pocket. He saw this and said "Oh, look at you acting like Wyatt Earp, all ready to take me out!" The third time, he said "Seriously, my parole officer wouldn't like me being so close to a woman."
What the FUCK???!!!
I'm fairly certain that the jail parts were jokes, but jokes of the most inappropriate kind.
Then, while we were in the office unpacking stuff, I was walking around and kept hearing various guys talking about my breasts. Their size, their shape, and what they would like to do with them, including motorboat sound effects. Lisa walked by and saw how upset I was and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was sick of hearing comments about my breasts. She walked out there and heard them talking about throwing me on various pieces of furniture in the office and I'm sure your imagination can take it from there.
Lisa and I were alone in the office with these six guys. The building is mostly vacant still since it was just built, so there were no other people in the building. Basically, I was scared shitless of these guys and Lisa wasn't too comfortable with them either. When they finally left, we locked up and left together.
In addition to that shit, they also damaged a lot of furniture and broke a piece and tried to hide it at the old building.
Monday morning the big boss man is going into the business to talk to the owner. That guy is going to be ripped a new one. Big boss man called me and personally apologized for what happened. I told him there was no need for him to apologize to me, and that we all expected the movers to be more professional, as it's supposed to be a good company.
Now Joe is coming home for the evening instead of crashing at his sisters like he was going to (he's all hopped up on vicodin for his massively infected mouth). He feels really bad because he thinks it's his fault for leaving us alone. He said he had a bad feeling about them and knew he shouldn't have left. I'm trying to convince him that it's not his fault, it's theirs, and that I practically forced him to leave.
Anyway, long night. Going to work first thing in the morning to start it again. Gotta have the office up and running Monday morning.
I walked in and a couple of the movers got off the elevator. One of them looked at me and asked "where'd your help go?!" I simply responded with a polite "He had other plans for the evening." Apparently that's all it took for this guy to think he had permission to...well, flirt isn't the right word for what he was doing.
I ended up on the elevator alone with him three times. The first time he said something along the lines of "You know, I just got out of jail a couple of weeks ago and you are riling me up!" I had absolutely no idea what to say. The second time I was on the elevator with him I had my hand on my knife in my pocket. He saw this and said "Oh, look at you acting like Wyatt Earp, all ready to take me out!" The third time, he said "Seriously, my parole officer wouldn't like me being so close to a woman."
What the FUCK???!!!
I'm fairly certain that the jail parts were jokes, but jokes of the most inappropriate kind.
Then, while we were in the office unpacking stuff, I was walking around and kept hearing various guys talking about my breasts. Their size, their shape, and what they would like to do with them, including motorboat sound effects. Lisa walked by and saw how upset I was and asked what was wrong. I told her that I was sick of hearing comments about my breasts. She walked out there and heard them talking about throwing me on various pieces of furniture in the office and I'm sure your imagination can take it from there.
Lisa and I were alone in the office with these six guys. The building is mostly vacant still since it was just built, so there were no other people in the building. Basically, I was scared shitless of these guys and Lisa wasn't too comfortable with them either. When they finally left, we locked up and left together.
In addition to that shit, they also damaged a lot of furniture and broke a piece and tried to hide it at the old building.
Monday morning the big boss man is going into the business to talk to the owner. That guy is going to be ripped a new one. Big boss man called me and personally apologized for what happened. I told him there was no need for him to apologize to me, and that we all expected the movers to be more professional, as it's supposed to be a good company.
Now Joe is coming home for the evening instead of crashing at his sisters like he was going to (he's all hopped up on vicodin for his massively infected mouth). He feels really bad because he thinks it's his fault for leaving us alone. He said he had a bad feeling about them and knew he shouldn't have left. I'm trying to convince him that it's not his fault, it's theirs, and that I practically forced him to leave.
Anyway, long night. Going to work first thing in the morning to start it again. Gotta have the office up and running Monday morning.