I was lucky enough to start my day at PT’s for breakfast, but there were two husbands there……and later a friend that was male, and that was too much testosterone for me to feel comfortable revealing what had happened the night before. There was a moment that I was able to tell PT privately and she confirmed what others have said…..I already knew what I had to do….but it was not fun.
I am very sad that this is where this has ended, but I cannot have a repeat of last night. I will admit that I have never left a job over (insert snack food)……ever. I am not sure how it happened or why…..but I did nothing to deserve what happened. Also as a young company, you really need to be aware of the sexual harassment laws that are in place, you are lucky that I am not “that” person.
For you —-to tell me that—-was upstairs pouting because you offered me a (insert snack food) before her…..was wrong. To go further and reference a “big rack” twice was breaking the law wrong. I can’t help that…..and it was wrong for you to make me feel self conscious about it. You pulled me into your marriage where I don’t belong and didn’t ask to be.
I did not feel well and it took everything that I had to be there and maintain my workflow. I had no energy left to block out your energy and when you——came back downstairs…..everything that was coming off of you rushed on to me and I didn’t have the reserves to fight it. It was part your emotions and part my humiliation for being put in that position, that made me cry…..at work…..all the way home…..hours afterwards….and even when I woke up in the middle of the night. I have NEVER experienced that before…..ever!
I really think that your establishment has great potential and I am deeply saddened that I will not be there to watch it grow……I really wanted to work there…..but I will not be back. Please mail me my final paycheck, Zia
What do you think? Did I make my point? Was I too wishy washy? I still don’t think that I am over reacting….but it sucks that I now have to find another part time job. I really felt like I was supposed to be there, what if I missed something vital to my future? It’s too late now, what is done…is done.
I am starting to feel better, although all of that crying made things really difficult and before I went to PT’s I had to lay with a bag of frozen peas over my eyes for 10 minutes before I could even put my contacts in.
It was a rough day all over, but I survived and really hope to have the energy that is needed to battle the upcoming week……Zia