To be employed is to be sexually harassed. It doesn’t matter how much money they pour into work trainings and seminars, you’re going to spend 40 hours of your week hearing about who banged who in the back of a patrol car or sitting in meetings with a guy who claims to know the various shades of South American hookers’ tatas.
I can’t take any of this seriously because the lawsuits would never end. I think my favorite was the guy who told me he hoped I’d learned my lesson after my abusive ex sent my scandalous photos to our coworkers. Of course— if my ex had been my boss then I probably would have gotten a promotion, just like the woman who was sleeping with our chief legal counsel. [Read more…]