Copping A Feel

I work in fast food part-time. One day one of the younger cashiers
went to the assistant manager to complain that for the past two weeks
one of the dishwasher guys had been spontaneously grabbing and
“hugging” her whenever she had to go in the back for stock, and he’d
try to cop a feel under the guise of the hug. The assistant manager
said “You mean this kind of hug? Or this kind? Or this way?” and
proceeded to hug/grab the cashier. The third time he actually touched
her breasts. The cashier was so shocked she ran out of the store
crying. The assistant manager saw me standing there dumbfounded and
said “You didn’t see a damn thing” and walked away.

The next day the regional owner walked in, took the assistant manager
outside for a talk, and then the owner came back in and asked me
“Exactly what is it he swears you didn’t see?”
Other than him fondling the UNDERAGE cashier and refusing to deal
with the dishwasher who’d been harassing her for weeks? Other than
that, not a thing.

The regional owner went in the back, asked the dishwasher to step
outside with him to where the assistant manager was waiting, and we
didn’t see the three of them again that night, and never saw the
dishwasher or assistant manager again. Amazingly, the cashier didn’t
sue.

Hole In One, Or Two

I worked for a boss who wasn’t so much of a tool as much
as she was a monster when it came to the legality of things. We
worked for an insurance claims agency, and she happened to have LOTS
of friends getting LOTS of discounts on their insurance. I was
suspicious to say the least.

A year passed, and I found out that this woman had one hobby: telling
EVERYONE about her sex life. I will never go a day without hearing
this haunting line:

“Sweetie, you really don’t know good sex ’til you’ve had a man
filling up everyone hole at once!”

It gives me nightmares. Seriously.

Anyhow, as the summer started coming around, accident season was upon
us (teenagers and adults going on vacation, more driving, etc). I saw
her making some personal changes to a lot of files. When I asked her
what she was doing, she told me she’s looking over the accident
reports for a few friends, looking for errors.

This would have all been legal, had she not been trying to do more
than look; she was making corrections and making it look like her
friends weren’t at fault when they were.

I told her this is illegal, and I got the second gem out of her since
I’d worked there:

“Well, we ALL do things illegal. I know everything that happens in
this office, and I know you do illegal things, too.”

When I asked her to provide evidence, she told me to back off. When I
didn’t back off, she threatened to fire me. When she threatened to
fire me, I threatened to report her on a grand number of charges.
She called my bluff and fired me. A week later, she was seen on local
news, pleading guilty in court for fraud and a plethora of fun
charges.

I got employed two weeks later at an insurance company that doesn’t
completely suck.

Employment Status Change

Over the Christmas season, I worked at a store that sold kitchen
gadgets. My boss was young and very prone to moodswings. I survived
November and December there, despite getting reprimanded severely on
one occasion for “being bossy”.

Come January, my boss called me and said that if I were to continue
working there, my hours would be cut down to “maybe” one shift a week
and that if I wanted to find another job, that would be fine. I told
her I would think about it and let her know my decision. After about
a day, I called her back to tell her that I was indeed going to look
for another job. She then proceeds to start literally screaming at
me, telling me that I had just made a huge mistake and that I would
be sorry, that nobody would want to hire me because I was only 16,
and that I was “betraying” her. She also told me that she was very
upset that I had changed my employment status on my Facebook to
“unemployed” which she had found out about via the assistant manager,
a friend of mine on Facebook. I sat there in shock, really not knowing
quite what to do. Needless to say, I ended up finding another job in
about two weeks. I have not regretted leaving that place for a
second.

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