Wednesday, December 1, 2010
No Means No...Unless It's You Telling Me To Stop Wearing Vanilla
I'm not what you call a touchy-feely type. I don't really like hugs. Or people touching me. It's just annoying to me. If people insist on putting their hands on me against my will (I call this personal space raping) I choose to lecture them about my distaste for physical contact until they are so annoyed that they won't even want to speak to me again. Whatever. Less touching in my life then.
This manager, let's calls him Shrigolicious, kept giving me the back pat-rubs. You know what I'm talking about. Find someone right now, pat their back a couple times lightly, then rub your hand in a small circle. Judge their reaction. I bet you a kitten's life that they're creeped out.
After asking him to stop politely a few times to no avail, I finally gave him the famous Kara-lecture.
"Look, Shrigolicious, I don't really liked to be touched. I've asked you to stop so you are now legally not allowed to touch me. Anything further is considered harassment. Plus, I find you severely annoying. So Stop. Now."
He found it appropriate to take this time to ask me this following question:
"So....If you don't like people touching you what do you do about sex?"
I informed him that he did not need to know, now or ever, the answer to that question because it would never pertain to him.
Cree-per... (Do that in a sing-song voice)
Dumb bastard made the mistake of telling me one time that he hated the smell of vanilla bath products.
Shrigolicious, Bath and Body Works thanks you. They got a hell-of-a-lot-of revenue in the vanilla department soon after that.
And you better believe my ass bathed/shampooed/conditioned/was sprayed in it every shift I worked.
Until he was fired.
For too many sexual harassment complaints.