The 1st week of 2013 has been quite… Interesting.
I wasn’t sure whether to write about this in this blog but I have to vent, and I vent here so… Here goes;
It actually started a week or two before this new year… Interesting events, interesting… Bullshit… My boss asked me to go and fetch a recipe at the office, an area I’ve never accessed before. He said he’d show me the way. So he showed me the way to the office and then showed me what room to enter. There was nobody at the office at that moment. So I stepped into the room, he followed. He then closed the door and hugged me… And said he’d like some fireworks to celebrate New Years. I was so… Shocked. I told him no, pushed him off me and made my way to the door. That moment some office clerk opened the door, thank goodness he did. It gave me time to rush off.
On my way back, I bumped into wow-guy. Wow guy is such a sweetheart. He was looking for me, we tend to team-up in the factory a lot whenever there’s another round of 2k spaghetti and meatballs to prepare. “You look like you need to chuck some meatballs through the factory.” he said. He can make ya laugh, regardless how shitty you might feel. And since I have this sick and twisted ability to “get over myself” in an instant very well, I agreed to team up with him again… The rest of the day went by like a vague memory.
I went home and called in sick the next day. For some reason I felt embarrassed, a little scared even and not stable enough to go back to that place. Cause even though I have this twisted ability to pretend all is well for days, I can’t pretend that this boss doesn’t gives me the creeps.
What will he do next time I step into that factory? What will I do if I face him at the factory? I might snap, I might yell at him and end up making a fool out of myself because he will of course pretend nothing’s wrong, cause men are great at doing that.
What’s a girl to do? I’ve been pondering about it for days, talked about it with a friend and then came christmas and new years and… Now the 1st week of this new year is slowly making place for the 1st weekend.
Today the job agency called. They asked me how I was doing, since I’ve been “sick” for weeks. And for some reason I just blurted out; “I need the money, I need a job, but I don’t recall a boss groping me is in the job description. I won’t go to the cops, but I refuse to work in the same area with this guy.” There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then he said he understood how I felt and that he’d look into it. And then he asked me if I’d like to work at the office instead… The office.. Of the same factory.?! *sigh* Men… *rolls eyes*
I told the guy I’d think about it. He said he’d get back to me about it later this week. But I have a feeling he’s not going to help me find a new job anytime soon. Hell, his administration is a mess. The first week I worked there he forgot to pay me out! He forgets paying people out on a regular basics. Hell, some people are still waiting for their copy of their contract!
He did promise me to keep his mouth shut about it, until further notice from me. Let’s hope he will…
I’ve been in and out of jobs for years. My resume looks like a fucking train wreck; I’ve got such a long list of jobs I’ve had in the past. And with this recession going on, finding a job isn’t easy to begin with. To keep a job in these days is a job on its own. I was so happy to find a job last year. Just my luck to find a job with a perverted boss.
I keep asking myself all the regular stupid questions; “Is it my fault? Did I do something to give the boss the impression that I’m some kind of girl who would be into that shit? Should I call the cops? Am I overreacting?”
I know I misbehaved BADLY at the christmas party; Doing the booty dance with Wow Guy. But it’s not like I kissed with anyone or even worse that day. The boss wasn’t even at the party, so it’s not like he saw me doing the booty dance.
At work we all wear the same ugly outfits; which I wear in OVERSIZED version. Seriously, I almost look like a dude or a jail-bird in my work outfit. Nothing sexy about that, at all. I don’t even do my hair when I go there, or put make-up on. What’s the use when I have to dig my hands in spaghetti sauce and meatballs or even worse THOUSANDS of gallons of mashed potatoes?
And even though I smile and joke around with the guys at work, I do tend to keep a distance of an arm’s length; literally. (If a co-worker even dares to put his hand on my shoulder I step aside and give ‘m a soft punch in the chest or a playful kick in the ass with a wide smile spread across my face).
So… for the boss to even come this close to me was a shock… What nerve! I should’ve kicked him, I should’ve stomped him, but instead I just stepped away and ended up avoiding him the rest of the day… To not return to the work floor at all.
I’m starting to feel sick. Seriously, I think I need to puke.