Hide and Go Seek

Published April 15, 2008

by Dayna Wyckoff

There are only five places to hide at my job when I am on my lunch break. I’ve had to resort to hiding at my job because one of the managers doesn’t seem to understand that it is not okay for him to get all up into my personal space.

I thought that I had seen my share of old pervy managers, but it seemed to me like God took no mercy on my soul. There have been three occasions when I’ve had to put my escape tactics to use and flee to one of the five hiding spots.

My escape tactic consists of putting up my fists and issuing a verbal warning for him to get away from me. If he ignores my warning (which, he usually does) I give him a nice right hook to any vulnerable open spot on his body that my father taught me when I was younger.

The first time this happened, he tried to give me a “massage” while I was eating my lunch in the break room (I lost my appetite completely, which is why I can’t eat in the break room anymore).

I hid in the first spot I found, which was located in the stock room, which is huge and easy to hide behind large boxes. The second incident, the manager got way too close behind me. He was pretty much breathing down my neck.

Now, it wasn’t like we were in a crowded room and he had nowhere else to stand. No, the room was completely void of people. So I gave him a very nice punch to the ribs, if I do say so myself, before getting the fuck out of that room as quickly as possible.

I then hid in the large empty box in the stock room for about twenty minutes reading a random catalog about the inventory I had found.

The final and worst incident was when I had to borrow a sweatshirt from the locked cabinet that held the extra clothing, and (this was my stupid mistake I admit) at the end of my shift I took off the sweatshirt and gave it to the old perverted manager for him to lock it back up.

This earned me the prompted remark of “Oh, you’re stripping for me now?” This remark earned him another swift punch to his probably already bruised ribs. I ran off to my car to escape from his reach.

There have been other minor incidents, but none that have escalated that far or else I would have to quit my job because I just wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.

One would think that all of my opposition and telling him to stop would make him stop and learn to leave me alone, but this only seems to turn him on and make him want to try harder.

The first time I met the manager, I was warned that he hit on everything that moves, male, female, it does not matter. This is a complete understatement. But all I have to do now is just put up my fists and give him a light jab to his ribs and he backs off. Usually he has some smart comeback to retaliate, but I usually beat him to the punch with a swift one two.

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