Sexual Harassment Part 2. (Double post with Myspace)
So yesterday I got sexually harassed AGAIN at work.
I had a customer come in to pay some bills. We made small talk while I figured out what exactly he owed. SO I get everything written up, take his check and print off his receipts. Please note this is a customer who comes into SF all the time and is aprox: 70 years old. He starts acting kind of strange when he gets up. So I say good-bye and turn back around to face my computer. The next thing I know this 70 year old man has his head in my hair whispering in my ear "Nice Cleavage...don't be mad". I froze.
When he left Wendy asked me what went down and I filled her in. Don’t be mad? That’s what child molesters say to little boys when they touch their penis. Don’t be mad, and don’t tell you mom because you are going to get into trouble if you do.
WTF.
I am so IRATE, and have been since this event occurred. What am I supposed to do? Dave told me I wouldn’t have to work with him if he ever came in again. Is that enough? I should have hauled off and slapped the shit out of that old man, but I was in total shock. I also can’t shake that creepy feeling.
People are sick.
Oh. I call this Part 2 because this happened once before on Valentine's Day. Different guy, same work place.
I had a customer come in to pay some bills. We made small talk while I figured out what exactly he owed. SO I get everything written up, take his check and print off his receipts. Please note this is a customer who comes into SF all the time and is aprox: 70 years old. He starts acting kind of strange when he gets up. So I say good-bye and turn back around to face my computer. The next thing I know this 70 year old man has his head in my hair whispering in my ear "Nice Cleavage...don't be mad". I froze.
When he left Wendy asked me what went down and I filled her in. Don’t be mad? That’s what child molesters say to little boys when they touch their penis. Don’t be mad, and don’t tell you mom because you are going to get into trouble if you do.
WTF.
I am so IRATE, and have been since this event occurred. What am I supposed to do? Dave told me I wouldn’t have to work with him if he ever came in again. Is that enough? I should have hauled off and slapped the shit out of that old man, but I was in total shock. I also can’t shake that creepy feeling.
People are sick.
Oh. I call this Part 2 because this happened once before on Valentine's Day. Different guy, same work place.