I'm feeling posting here to vent, since I feel like there are much bigger, heinous acts that others are sharing and I don't want to be the "Hey everyone look at meee!" in the room on Facebook. But my own little anecdote:
When I was 23-years-old I started working (again, I worked there prior but took a 3-year hiatus for undergrad) at a pizza-chain part-time to make money while working at an internship too, and I was regularly sexually harassed by a 17-year-old I worked with. By regularly I mean literally every shift we worked together. It started off innocuous enough, "Oh, hey do you want to maybe get some dinner after work...", which I politely declined because, you know, she was underage. But after a few more shifts it quickly became much more lewd and obnoxious. "Want to come out to my car for a quickie?". "Mmm, you're always looking so good, how big is your dick?". "Why won't you let me blow you, are you gay?". It was relentless, and very public. Everyone knew she was doing it. The larger reaction was "Bro, ain't you gonna smash?". She wasn't bad looking or anything, but she was fucking 17. I was a college graduate. There were many reasons I wouldn't consider it. Not to mention she wasn't really my type and I was trying to get a real job and leave that city as soon as possible anyway. The only other reaction was people insinuated it was my fault because I was older and male. I could make it stop if I really wanted to. I must be the one asking her for it. But I wasn't; I told her at every turn I wasn't interested and it wasn't okay. Eventually she started making grabs at my johnson, at which point I finally had enough; I told her as straight as I could, to fucking stop or I was going to get the manager involved. Not that that would have mattered; he thought I should "hit it" too. It died down a bit after that, but it never fully stopped.
It was shitty. I eventually came to dread seeing her on the schedule when I was scheduled to work. I came to love it being busy in the store because it meant she didn't have the down time to harass me. Thankfully only about three weeks after the dick-grabbing incident I found a new, full-time job, and quit. Almost everyone I've ever told about it has thought it was a joke, but it really sullied my memories of the place.
When I was 23-years-old I started working (again, I worked there prior but took a 3-year hiatus for undergrad) at a pizza-chain part-time to make money while working at an internship too, and I was regularly sexually harassed by a 17-year-old I worked with. By regularly I mean literally every shift we worked together. It started off innocuous enough, "Oh, hey do you want to maybe get some dinner after work...", which I politely declined because, you know, she was underage. But after a few more shifts it quickly became much more lewd and obnoxious. "Want to come out to my car for a quickie?". "Mmm, you're always looking so good, how big is your dick?". "Why won't you let me blow you, are you gay?". It was relentless, and very public. Everyone knew she was doing it. The larger reaction was "Bro, ain't you gonna smash?". She wasn't bad looking or anything, but she was fucking 17. I was a college graduate. There were many reasons I wouldn't consider it. Not to mention she wasn't really my type and I was trying to get a real job and leave that city as soon as possible anyway. The only other reaction was people insinuated it was my fault because I was older and male. I could make it stop if I really wanted to. I must be the one asking her for it. But I wasn't; I told her at every turn I wasn't interested and it wasn't okay. Eventually she started making grabs at my johnson, at which point I finally had enough; I told her as straight as I could, to fucking stop or I was going to get the manager involved. Not that that would have mattered; he thought I should "hit it" too. It died down a bit after that, but it never fully stopped.
It was shitty. I eventually came to dread seeing her on the schedule when I was scheduled to work. I came to love it being busy in the store because it meant she didn't have the down time to harass me. Thankfully only about three weeks after the dick-grabbing incident I found a new, full-time job, and quit. Almost everyone I've ever told about it has thought it was a joke, but it really sullied my memories of the place.