Call me Screaming Off Key because I'm a terrible singer but I like singing anyway, even do it in front of the custys!
I work at the all too familiar McDicks where all the people who come through are McAssholes, McDouchebags and McBitches.
I'm currently being groomed to be a manager (Dear god I'm not looking forward to that, I've seen what they deal with and it's not pretty.) Six months and counting, I've been slaving away behind that wretched counter when I have to listen to the complaints of "I'm not paying a whole .24 cents for sauce!" or "I GOT THIS YESTERDAY AND THEY HAD NO PROBLEM WITH IT!" Half the time I just want to say "BITCH! Treat me like a human being and I'll pretend I didn't feel your spit hit my face!" But right now, my complaint isn't about the custys.
It's about the spineless, perverted asshole that is the closing shift manager.
Let's put something out there:
I am scheduled 4-11 on weekdays instead of 4-12 like everyone else on my shift. Why? Because I need to be awake at 7:30 the next day and ready for my boyfriend to pick me up so we can go to HIGH SCHOOL. I have home work, I write essays, I do projects and assignments all while supporting myself working for fifty cents less than everyone else who works in this town. My rent is $600 a month and I survive without food most days.
Meanwhile, I've got Grabby McPervert (who will be known as such from now on) hitting on me, touching me when I've expressly told him not too, and forcing all the shifts chores on me because I don't return his gross affections. This man is almost twenty years older than me, married, with a seven year old son.
But of course, that doesn't matter where he comes from because it's totally fine to hit on someone once they're eighteen or older.
Today, he rubbed my shoulders in front of a customer. Now, I'm not like most people. I hate hate HATE being touched. I have issues with it due to some child hood incidents that I haven't been able to get over completely, and I've expressed this to Grabby McPervert that I don't like being touched, but he persists anyway. He tends to poke me, grab my arm and squeeze and rub my back and shoulders every chance I get.
I've told him on multiple occasions, before and after he became a manager, that I do NOT like being touched.
He's ignored every request and I need to know from the Canadian population of RHU:
Is this considered harassment or am I just being a whiny little bitch?
--Screaming Off Key