(Sexually?) Harassed
October 11th, 2018
I was doing a few hours of overtime at work tonight, because we could really use the cash, and had been needing to use the restroom for hours. I try not to take care of that particular form of personal business while at work, because the restrooms are generally in a distressing state of cleanliness, and I've always had issues resolving either matter in public - both of which I've expounded upon once or twice.
But matters came to a head, as it were, and the choice was no longer mine. So, waiting until my last break, I went into the upstairs restroom, only to find both stalls full of people texting, a state of affairs which has increased dramatically since the company took us back to the year 1900, and banned cellular telephones in the building. Well, only if you're an hourly employee, and not one of the salaried turds.
So I went to the closest restroom downstairs, and found the same going on there. Leaving that one, I journeyed to the third restroom in my circuit around the building, and found it empty. With nobody else to bother me, I went in and did my business, and was preparing to leave when I heard someone walking around in the restroom. Slowly. Leisurely. As if with an agenda which didn't involve relieving oneself.
Clamping down, I perked my ears and listened to him, and eventually he hit the urinal. And then lingered in front of it for a full two minutes before flushing. He then started shuffling away from that urinal, and looking up just in time, I saw him peering into the stall at me as I waited for him to leave so I could clean up and get back to work. For a few seconds, at that, before he slowly sauntered off.
Already creeped out by anyone being in the same restroom as I, my distress immediately went over the top when I saw this. He lingered long enough, in fact, for me to recognize exactly who he was. It was Tim Werner, our incompetent head of maintenance would-be hall monitor. I'm not sure why he was leering, but whether he wanted to get a peek at my wondrous genitals or anything else, he crossed a line.
I'm not sure what I'm going to do about this, but I'm most definitely going to respond. And not just because I hate that steaming turd of a man, either. No, this creepshow made me feel uncomfortable in a way that shook loose a couple old memories, stuff that I thought I'd buried a long, long time ago, and I can't say I liked the feeling. No, I would go so far as to say I hated it.
So the only question here is how I retaliate.