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Hello friends. I decided to give you all a little further peek behind the partition today by sharing a little ongoing drama that has been happening at work…

As anyone that is actually following me may know, I left my toxic workplace about two years ago (damn it has been two years..) to start living a healthier, happier life, which includes writing for, hopefully, a living. Given the aforementioned in mind, I have been trying to do my upmost to not fall into the traditional workplace faux pas I used to commit like allowing disrespect, bullying, harassment of any kind, etc. As we stand, of course, I have worked in two other jobs in the last two years and each of them have been learning lessons in dealing with coworkers in a new positive way. In other words, one cannot simply come to work and work because that is the last thing a-hole coworkers want to do.

Today, we’ll just talk about one of the more (if only) pressing situations I have, we’ll call him: HJP, short for hijo de p***. HJP worked his Windex charm the moment I started working there. He pretended to be the caring, charming, helpful veteran associate a poor newcomer like me needed. He wanted me to see him as a comforting hand if I struggled and a guiding light in the darkness if I got lost. Of course, this was all just manipulation and deceit under the guise of his predatory intentions and it wasn’t too long before my suspicions were validated. I saw and heard how he enacted this behavior on every new female employee and how what he really wanted to do in the darkness with his hands, was not offer support.

I mean, I wasn’t dumb enough to think this guy wasn’t just trying to be nice to me from the very start because he wanted to f me. I’ve dealt with enough male coworkers, who were as equally as predatory or worse, to not notice a creep when I see one. Yet, I kept things amicable with him not only because, as always, I wanted to keep it civil with my coworkers even when uncomfortable situations arise, but because I needed help. I was new. I would just do what I usually do and sit and observe from a distance. I watched, I waited, and I listened until evidence determined I needed to take larger measures.

But the problem with HJP is he’s not just a creep; he’s also a rat. He sticks his busybody nose in everyone’s business because gossip is his currency. He transmits whatever bit of information his radio antennae captures and he runs to my boss’ office and uploads it. HJP just loves to truncate problems. If you’re not worried about him hitting on you then you have to worry about him becoming scorn with you over your rejections because then he’ll wait until you make a mistake, which you inevitably will, and he will run and rat you out before you’ve had a chance to even explain yourself. But he will also rat you out on a good day, so actually: lose, lose.

HJP is out for himself and himself only. He acts everyday like he’s the last rat on the SS Titanic.

As you can see, it obviously didn’t take very long for me to grow tired and report his Tazmanian Devil antics, especially since I’m a path of growth. They affect the entire workplace! because when he’s not hitting on you or ratting you out, he is also hiding in the lunchroom or slacking in some way, shape , or form. It is literally impossible to work with someone like that running loose. Honestly, he should be thanking his lucky stars I waited as long as I did before I reported him, the first time.

The first time I reported him, I reported him and another male coworker that had made disrespectful comments about women and their bodies. I also mentioned his gossip currency as an addendum, but I really didn’t expect much to change in that aspect.
Not much changed of course, except him becoming a little quieter around the first few weeks and then eventually bouncing back with maybe a little less disrespect. I knew it was only a matter of time before he would find a new way to be a HJP, so again I watched, I waited, and I listened. Because I was not going to stay quiet over his or anybody else’s absurdities. Why did I watch A Handmaid’s Tale for?

Now we have come to my most recent report from last month. (I didn’t mean for this to come out this long and I really am trying to shorten, sorry.) This report has been the doozy and the one I really wanted to touch upon today. The reason this report is the spiciest and the one that has had me the most stressed is, in it, I reported his most grievous and disgusting behaviors, that I know of, to date. The ones I was too scared to talk about before and felt guilty to share because I didn’t want him to lose his job. And, to top it off, I included two other female employees.

So what disgusting s*** has this guy done? Well, as far as with me goes, he made weird advances towards me through his veil of kindness like pretending to nibble my hand, complimenting my body, inviting me out, etc. This is typical shih that normally wouldn’t have made it to my boss’ office but adding this to what he has done to my ex-coworker is much worse.

I shared how I found out, two months ago, that my ex-coworker had not only slept with him, but that he had slapped her when she no longer was interested in pursuing relations with him. I really don’t know what else to say here but disgusting.

Did I mention he’s in a serious relationship with the woman he lives with and announced he was having a baby this year?

I mean I was disappointed when I found out she had actually shared a bed with him, but I was much more shocked he had actually laid a hand on her and for rejecting him no less. I immediately asked her if she had reported him, which didn’t surprise me when she said “No.” I tried to press her to see why not or if she would in the future, but she didn’t seem comfortable, so I let it go. But I knew she told me for a reason because she knew I had reported him in the past. So report him again I did.

That leaves us with HJP and his new sidekick, the last part of my report. Here I talk about how the moment Sidekick arrived, we all knew HJP was going to be on the prowl, but how surprisingly she picked up on his advances.

Now, it clearly doesn’t matter if she reciprocates his advances or not, but what was concerning me is how he could potentially slap her too if she loses interest.

I mean if I had known she was a Pick Me Chick, which is hard not to be in this town, then I would have never felt sorry for her. I would have anticipated her buzzing to him like a fly to a bug zapper, but silly me I was naïve and looking out for a willing idiot. My luck would be that that slimey creep would throw his line just when the right fish was available looking for bait. I guess it’s hard to miss when you’re throwing your line everywhere.

All this leaves me to conclude, that although His and Hers Towels are now trying to run the show and are very unhappy with me for calling them out, after they tried to get me in trouble over nothing – because there’s nothing to call out: I will not shrink.

Like I told my co-worker from the Tiny Coalition of the Sane at my job just yesterday, “Let him come.” I will no longer shrink to small men who belittle and hit women or even to women who betray their own kind.

Try me.