"Jesus Sexually Harrassed Me and I Don't Have to Take It"
Office Depot had the great judgement to hire Jesus (hay-SOOS). At first he was a nice enough guy and we didn't interact much. Later on that week, I was windexing the registers and counters one rainy day while Jesus was stationed greeting our customers. Then I hear "Rrrrebecca" (Jesus is Columbian). I look up and he is standing at the edge of my counter.
Jesus: Can you do me a favor?
Me: Uh sure I guess.
Jesus: Go outside and get carts.
Me: *looking at the July downpour* Um no.
Jesus: No?
Me: No. It's really not part of my job. And besides, it's raining out there.
Jesus: Well it makes the store look bad and you're not doing anything.
Me: Well I'm cleaning my register and a dirty register makes the store look bad too.
Jesus: Well if you don't want to be a team player, that's up to you.
Me: That's not what this is about... this is about me not following orders from a trainee and me, a woman, refusing going to get carts in the rain in a light colored shirt when it isn't even part of my job.
Well that was the start of my dislike for Jesus.
Later on that night, as I was closing down the last register, I paused to wait for a customer to finish placing her order before I completely took out all the money. Jesus, cute boy and other assorted staff members gathered around and chatted. Cute boy said something sweet and cute so I snickered and giggled as I looked over my shoulder at the customer.
Jesus: Don't mock her.
Me: Mock who?
Jesus: That customer is just trying to do her business and you're mocking her.
Me: I'm NOT mocking ANYONE.
Jesus: I hope you don't mock me that way behind my back.
Me: I'M NOT MOCKING ANYONE!
Tracy (the manager): Will you two please stop arguing.
Later I explained to Tracy that either he stops bossing me around and humiliating me in front of customers or I remove his testicles with my Saf-T boxcutter. Tracy promised to take care of it.
Strike 1.
The next day, I'm assuming post-lecture from Ron (head manager) Jesus approached me.
Jesus: Rrrrebecca, do you think I was mean to you?
Me: *coolly* I think you haven't shown me the respect that I deserve, especially in front of customers.
Jesus: Don't you think you have been mean to me?
but before I could answer he puts his hand on my shoulder. And says "C'mon now..."
Me: Please don't touch me.
Jesus: Well I was going to apologize but I see you're going to be a bitch.*storms off*
Me: *shouting after him* If you want to talk about this with the manager, be my guest.
Strike 2
I promptly informed my manager of the uncomfortable hand placement. I figured this was a victory for woman kind. We ignored each other for a couple of days.
The next week as Jacquie was leaving, I shouted after her "See ya' later." We were going to see a movie that night. However, being the son of man, Jesus felt the urge to correct me.
Jesus: Is she going to lunch?
Me: No.
Jesus: Then wouldn't the proper response be "Goodbye have a good day."
Me: No. I'm going to see her later. Hence, "See ya' later"
*pause*
Jesus: You should really let your guard down and stop thinking defensively.
Me: *chuckle* Thanks but I don't need life advice from you.
*pause*
Jesus: You know what you need?
Me: *cynical look* What?
Jesus: You need a man.
Strike 3
I lost all control right there. He passed any hope of ever having a pleasant work environment again.
Me: Do you realize that's sexual harrassment?
Jesus: I can't heeeeear you.
Me: That's fine, I'll go talk to Ron. He can hear me.
And that's it, I turned him in and told Ron all about what had transpired.
He eventually got fired for sexual harrassmen, chronic lateness, and refusal to follow orders. And that's how it's done.
Jesus: Can you do me a favor?
Me: Uh sure I guess.
Jesus: Go outside and get carts.
Me: *looking at the July downpour* Um no.
Jesus: No?
Me: No. It's really not part of my job. And besides, it's raining out there.
Jesus: Well it makes the store look bad and you're not doing anything.
Me: Well I'm cleaning my register and a dirty register makes the store look bad too.
Jesus: Well if you don't want to be a team player, that's up to you.
Me: That's not what this is about... this is about me not following orders from a trainee and me, a woman, refusing going to get carts in the rain in a light colored shirt when it isn't even part of my job.
Well that was the start of my dislike for Jesus.
Later on that night, as I was closing down the last register, I paused to wait for a customer to finish placing her order before I completely took out all the money. Jesus, cute boy and other assorted staff members gathered around and chatted. Cute boy said something sweet and cute so I snickered and giggled as I looked over my shoulder at the customer.
Jesus: Don't mock her.
Me: Mock who?
Jesus: That customer is just trying to do her business and you're mocking her.
Me: I'm NOT mocking ANYONE.
Jesus: I hope you don't mock me that way behind my back.
Me: I'M NOT MOCKING ANYONE!
Tracy (the manager): Will you two please stop arguing.
Later I explained to Tracy that either he stops bossing me around and humiliating me in front of customers or I remove his testicles with my Saf-T boxcutter. Tracy promised to take care of it.
Strike 1.
The next day, I'm assuming post-lecture from Ron (head manager) Jesus approached me.
Jesus: Rrrrebecca, do you think I was mean to you?
Me: *coolly* I think you haven't shown me the respect that I deserve, especially in front of customers.
Jesus: Don't you think you have been mean to me?
but before I could answer he puts his hand on my shoulder. And says "C'mon now..."
Me: Please don't touch me.
Jesus: Well I was going to apologize but I see you're going to be a bitch.*storms off*
Me: *shouting after him* If you want to talk about this with the manager, be my guest.
Strike 2
I promptly informed my manager of the uncomfortable hand placement. I figured this was a victory for woman kind. We ignored each other for a couple of days.
The next week as Jacquie was leaving, I shouted after her "See ya' later." We were going to see a movie that night. However, being the son of man, Jesus felt the urge to correct me.
Jesus: Is she going to lunch?
Me: No.
Jesus: Then wouldn't the proper response be "Goodbye have a good day."
Me: No. I'm going to see her later. Hence, "See ya' later"
*pause*
Jesus: You should really let your guard down and stop thinking defensively.
Me: *chuckle* Thanks but I don't need life advice from you.
*pause*
Jesus: You know what you need?
Me: *cynical look* What?
Jesus: You need a man.
Strike 3
I lost all control right there. He passed any hope of ever having a pleasant work environment again.
Me: Do you realize that's sexual harrassment?
Jesus: I can't heeeeear you.
Me: That's fine, I'll go talk to Ron. He can hear me.
And that's it, I turned him in and told Ron all about what had transpired.
He eventually got fired for sexual harrassmen, chronic lateness, and refusal to follow orders. And that's how it's done.