kyrasantae | Real Work - An Awkward Silence

It's not fatigue that's bothering me. My mind and body are adapting to the graveyard schedule fine; it's my feet that are having a hard time adapting to being used for so many hours on end, in clunky, uncomfortable boots.

So the person I've been working with was off (and will also be off tonight), so I had to do toys alone. Fortunately there wasn't nearly as much ... STUFF as there has been for the last few days. What's not so fortunate was that more than half of the stuff was completely new stuff so there were no places to put them on the shelves (the dept. managers need to take care of that because they have the thingummies to print out price labels for the items). Because, like, Christmas shopping season starts right now, haha. It was nice to finish early, but not nice to not be able to go home early (we're paid by the hour on the timeclock).

Anyway, one of the garbage guys (who comes around and picks up our boxes and packing materials) suddenly seemed to get all... horny over me. At first he'd just ask odd questions whenever he came by, which didn't bother me since I've noticed that kind of joking around from other people on other days. Then at one point, he actually stopped in front of me and, like stared at me while I was working, then totally tried to make a move.

Which was very awkward.

It didn't get any better after that, when he was like totally trying to make out with me. Ugh. I just kept trying to work. I can't exactly play my asexual card just anywhere, so I played my "I have a boyfriend" (I was thinking of

forgottenlord, even though he was never technically a bf to me) card, which totally didn't work. Anyway, I can't exactly remember what I did to get him off me, but he was all like "You know, I like you - tell me if you like me" and trying to kiss me and trying to make out with me and it was getting really rather creepy.

For the rest of the night I was almost dodging between shelves and keeping an eye out to hide from this guy. Either that or trying to think of how to punch him in the face. Fortunately he left early, claiming some sort of allergy to the garbage stink.

Sometime yesterday I said that "I don't fight; I endure". I resist without fighting, and in resisting, I endure. But if he does it again I'm reporting sexual harassment to the manager on duty (inappropriate touching, right?).