My employer claims that I am entitled to dignity at work. I should be free from discrimination, harm and harassment, and have the right to a healthy environment.
Then why oh why do I have to endure this campaign of smut thrown at me day in day out?
Today, I was receiving what was ostensibly instruction on the new finance system when my guide, on the other end of the phone conversed with me thus:
Him: "Can you open that link?"
Me: "Yes"
Him: "Click on the folder on the right"
Me: "Yes"
Him: "Scroll down to the bottom of the list"
Me: "Yes"
Him: " Are you into queries?"
I mean: REALLY.
What a chap does in his own time (possibly with a neoprene product, some spandex and a complete stranger from Tanganika) is his own business, but when they start forcing their dirty talk down the phone at me, well, it's going too far! TOO FAR I tell you!
I'm forty-nine for Christ's sake!
2 comments:
You should have told him to go paint the front door.
Technically speaking, I thought he was more a "back door man".
And remember to wipe your feet!
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