Listen up you lot. Yes, YOU. You readers out there. I have to tell you something.
You were right. My d!ckhead boss really was a sexually harassing asshat. I guess I knew this all along but this week really helped to cement it.
You see, this week, no one in my new work team told me how many **** they’d be able to get wearing their new suit. Or how many I’d get in my outfit.
No one in my new team told me that they were thinking of me while naked.
No one in my new team rang me to tell me they were taking their clothes off.
And no one in my new team rang me or texted me at all hours of the day and night while their wife was away.
But someone from my former workplace sent me a text message one morning to ask what I was wearing. Eww…. I immediately wanted to shower. It wasn’t until I got this that I realised what I’d been “missing” all week. Or not. And how inappropriate all that was. And how right you all were. Thank you.
This was a very positive moment for me in a week that was generally filled with Splat!