First, for the sake of comedy, sit and watched the Blogger main page to see what journals are being updated. ::cackle:: Yikes.
.......We've watched Hairspray a few times the week (having received it from our Blockbuster queue). So much so, in fact, that I am singing along to the musical numbers. "Once I had a taste of chocolate, I ain't never goin' back...." Wait....what?
Jesse looks at me.
I look back.
Ryan says "Well....Mom does have a Jungle Fever thing going on......"
::cue the strangled choking from Amy::
ooooookay, moving right along.
Anyway, my Baby Girl has a job. She works at a place she loves. She is sweet and outgoing, and all the little old ladies love her. Her co workers love her. Well, most of them. There is one biotch who is just insufferable to everyone, but whatever. and her managers love her. There are four managers. So far, no problem, right? Sure. Except that one manager loves her a little too much. Uh huh. Yeah. That.
See, this guy is always trying to get close to her. When Ryan's boyfriend comes in to take her to lunch, said manager gets in a snit. Said manager is always telling her they need to work late so we shouldn't bother to come pick her up til late - and then suddenly, they are done early so he gets to sit and talk to her. Said manager HUGGED HER. ('getawaygetawaygetaway') SO. Ryan talked to the manager higher up that Creepy Dude. That manager said "Oh, I'll have a meeting next week and bring you two in to go over what's been happening." Ryan was like "WTF? I don't want a meeting with him! I'm not telling him to his face! OMG! Forget it!" and that was that.
Well. Then my Baby Girl called me on her break (to tell me the above) in the midst of a hysterical panic attack where she couldn't breathe, talk, or anything else.....to tell me what was going on. My job, first and foremost was to calm her down before she hyperventilated. I told her I was going to go pick her up from work. She said "No, mom......I don't want to just ditch work because I'm upset. I can deal....I just need to calm down." (This is how dedicated she is to her job.)
After I calmed her down, she hung up. Two minutes later, Jesse walked in the door. He looked at my face and said "What?! What happened?!" I told him the whole story and he was almost out the door before I said "The managers are gone for the day!!"
So, he came back in and seethed. Good heavens, it was tense around here. Frankly, I'm lucky we don't own a gun, or somebody would have......I.....well.....okay.....so, Ryan gets done and comes home and tells us the entire story.
The next day, would you like to guess where my husband was? Yeah. Ripping the manager a new one. Once words like 'sexual harassment' and 'human resources' were brought up ::gasp:: then it was a different scenario. "Oh! I didn't know she meant she was uncomfortable with him like THAT." (Yeah, whatever. Ryan told her THREE TIMES and it still didn't click? Gee, are we sure she's manager material?)
As it stands now, things are 'being taken care of' via the management. But....wtf? You do not mess with my little baby. She is so innocent and never wants to offend...and that mf'er took advantage of that. AND THEN....we find out (after Jesse barked at the manager and told the manager to interview her other female employees separately) that this dude is macking on a couple other girls as well!
Luckily, we've heard from the grapevinme that Creepy Dude is being transferred to another store. The icky part? He's being transferred to another store. FIRE THE BASTARD ALREADY! oh my gawd! (perdon my french) Soooooo.......Baby Girl won't have to work with him or close with him....but somebody else will. Uch. All I have to say is that he's lucky it was ME working with him, because if he would have pulled that creepy bs with me, I would have stapled his penis to the floor so the morning security could find him. Uh huh. Explain THAT, you [extreme profanity here].