The creepy payroll delivery guy just left. Luckily, I wasn't alone in the office today. The guys know he's skeevy so if someone's in my office when he arrives, they stick around & we pretend to be very busy.

There's something to be said about men who make inappropriate remarks at work. Obviously the woman is trapped so it's quite the desperate pick-up move. In a very social work environment this can be acceptable but for the occasional visitor to a very small office, it's a big no-no. Even more disturbing is when there's no pick-up attempt involved & it's just raunchy remarks or lame innuendo for the sake of . . . well, I'm not sure what the goal is there.

I used to get a lot of that from the mailman but luckily he retired. I was never sure if he was actually hitting on me or making fun of me, but either way I didn't appreciate it.

The Murphy's Law of Womanhood is "Only the freaks approach you". Most of the guys I've dated have been set-ups or I approached them. But the mutants are on me like white on rice. I must send out some sort of freak vibe that says "Hey, gentlemen, this lady loooves a handlebar mustache, poor dental hygeine & suspenders. And shoes with velcro are a real bonus, too."

For instance, the mailman had a handlebar mustache & was significantly older than my father. We also have an extremely hot delivery guy who comes in almost daily, is very friendly & never even comes close to flirting with me. Do you see the reason for my frustration here? I should take this opportunity to apologize to Mr. Steph (who's not a mutant at all & is in fact extremely hot himself): You now I love you dearly but I'm not blind. And I'm just making a point here. ("I'm just making a point here, Frank. You don't have to celebrate it." Today's trivia: name this hilarious movie & impress all 6 of my readers.)

The delivery guy may be married, gay, simply not attracted to me or he may be very professional in his work, choosing to hit on chicks on his own time. But my point is, nothing, nada, zip from the hottie yet bums routinely walk in off of the street to tell me I'm pretty & ask if I'm single.

It should still be flattering, I know, because who am I to judge, right? But I'm a judgemental bitch & even on a bad day, it's hard to appreciate.

Please share your stories about unwanted advances in the workplace. I may not be much help in deflecting them but we can have a good time discussing them.


At 5/18/2006 2:12 PM, Blogger Heather said...

Was the quote from "Old School"?

At 5/18/2006 2:16 PM, Blogger Steph said...

YES! One of my all-time favorite stupid-funny movies. I'm ashamed to say I can almost recite it.

At 5/18/2006 2:53 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

mr steph wants to severely beat the payroll guy

At 5/21/2006 8:38 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

A double standard?

I am not a stranger to what you write about, but, it seems you are complaining about non-professionalism and professionalism in the same breath. Seems to me your post has very little to do with either. If a guy is old or unattractive (in your eyes) he’s an unprofessional pervert. If he’s a “hottie” any type of behavior is acceptable. You seem to be sickened by this behavior in one and desire it from the other. Inappropriate remarks and behavior to and about women in the workplace (and in general) is a huge problem. Don’t contribute to it by accepting it from anyone.

At 5/21/2006 11:18 AM, Blogger Steph said...

Actually, you've totally missed my point.

Right at the beginning, I said it's not cool to hit on people while they're working. That goes for everyone & I make no distinction that it's acceptable for anyone to do it.

Also, I never said that I want anyone to hit on me. I was just illustrating a fact that only very unattractive strangers approach me, attractive ones don't. I gave examples. This has been my personal experience.

I don't want the "hottie" to hit on me but I find it remarkable that the attractive men are very professional in their behavior & the unattractive ones are extremely unprofessional.

The seemingly normal guys do their jobs & the freaks waste my time & creep me out. That is the point I'm making.


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