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violence in the workplace
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violence in the workplace  Working for men is always interesting when you’re a young woman especially if you’re the only woman in the office. When I was young and just finding my way, I worked for group of five architects, all of them married. They were a “going” firm, having made a name for themselves designing upscale sites for a well-known store and some buildings for Harvard. I was the keeper of the books and their overall sanity. Colin and Dusty were the partners, Jim was the idea man, Arthur and Bob were the nebishy ones. Colin was also the dirty old man, Dusty the family man, Jim the man in the tower, Arthur the sleaze and Bob, well he was just there. They decided they needed new blood and were interviewing. One day this very odd man with long hair and no shoes came flying up the stairs, grinning wildly asking for the bathroom. Colin was turning the corner when he raced out of the toilet and they collided. Odd Man, lifted Colin (who was a lot short and ever so British) and righted him, then said…..” You the man?” Meet George. The new blood. Dirty feet, scruffy beard, long hair, jeans, hovering over Colin in his three piece suit. Such a fun day. Moving along, I walked in the back office where Dusty, George and Colin were meeting to get a signature on a check that had to be mailed that day. They were color coding the duct system of a job. As I leaned over to place the check in front of Colin, he popped two color dots onto my breasts. Without a second’s hesitation, I backhanded him and he fell out of his chair. The British are quite pale and when they get angry, their skin becomes a mottled red that is not attractive. By the time Colin made it to his feet, he was salmon moving towards magenta. I’ll give it to George, he moved faster than Dusty who seemed frozen in place. I had already stepped back a few and as I attempted to tear the stinking dots off, they shredded leaving bits behind. Colin’s screaming brought Jim from the Tower. Arthur and Bob close on his heels. Gang’s all here. Jim asks if would mind going to my desk……….nope, I don’t mind. I call the ACLU. No I didn’t, but I should have. About an hour later, I am asked to meet with Dusty and Jim. I get an official apology, and the next day off. I am not asked to sign anything but I can tell that is coming so I say, I will not sign anything saying that this did not happen. They nod. When I get back on Monday, Colin comes over to me and says he’ll watch his hands if I watch my left hook. We laugh. And that is the difference between then and now…….eh? BTW – George was hired. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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Interesting story. It was a different world. I worked as the only man I an office of all women. I was hired to be their boss. I was much younger than them. ONe wasn't happy with the situation but we were able to work together. Except, that is for the frequency of he leaning over my desk in a loose fitting low cut blouse to show off her tits. There was another woman who did the same thing. I found out later that they had a bet to see who could fuck me first. I know men could rally be pigs at that time, but there were a few woman as well.
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Sometimes a slap is just instinctual, you know?  
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Holy shit! Good on you, wicked! Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Yeah, it sure was a different world!
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A different world indeed....maybe a different universe... Can't imagine either part of your scenario being worked out today...the world seems to lack both humor and irony.....
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And that is how you handle personal space over reach.
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