Thread: Hordes of Revenants

I like to think of my life as a great accelerating loop of absurdity. Today I was made to go to a sexual harassment seminar by my new employers. On the one hand it was certainly interesting to meet my coworkers, none of whom I had ever met in person before aside from the girl I was hired with as we all work from home. On the other hand, I spent two years volunteering 20-40 hours a week as a sexual assault support advocate. What this means is that I could have taught the seminar in probably two-thirds the time including an hour of discussion. The lady who was giving the seminar was clearly some liberal arts college educated flackie 'cause she knew who Gloria Steinem was and read The Purity Myth. Fuck's sake. The seminar was six hours long with an hour long lunch break in the middle. During this time all our recently graduated WASP managed to convey was - Hurting people is bad, m'kay? - Using abusive language hurting people, m'kay? - Not everybody has the same comfort level with sex, so err on the side of caution, m'kay? - Quid pro quo means this for that, m'kay? Fuck's sake. I wanted to grab a spoon and lobotomize myself in my seat when she slowly managed to doodle SEXUAL HARASSMENT in writing not dissimilar to a drunk ten year old's. She put a little heart above the i in rapist. There are only two words I can summon to describe the entire situation fuck's sake. Listen. You want to teach someone about how sexual harassment intermixes with the office place? Here's what you do. You write SEXUAL HARASSMENT HARASSMENT THAT IS SEXUAL IN NATURE on the projector. Beneath that you write HARASSMENT BAD. Beneath that you write in really big letters SO DON'T DO IT. That's a good base. Then from there you go onto different common types of harassment you would find in the workplace verbal, initiation, quid pro quo, sexualized environment. Debunk mythssexism women do not deserve it read Rape of Mr. Smith , a minority of men are predators, FBI statistics on rape false reports consistent with other violent crime at 3, homosexuals are not automatically predators. Cover power dynamics and systematized oppression. Bring up kyriarchyintersectionality, privilege walk. One hour discussion. Fucking. Done. All you need to know for the work place. Which fucking shocks me anyways, since I don't work with anyone, I call business owners on the phone and convince them to get a free financial review. Fuck's sake. This whole situation was ridiculous. My boss wouldn't even let me out of it when I told them I could have the head of the local sexual assault support services group calling in under ten minutes. This is where shit got ridiculous. The building where we were given our paltry training such bullshit, she just fails at her job did not have an air conditioning unit and our instructor refused to open the windows. I was sitting around in slacks, a long sleeved shirt and a blazer slowly dying inside the hundred degree room. As were the three other guys. None of the women looked that comfortable, either, come to think of it. Yet somehow our tangentially literate instructor persevered through the scorching heat and managed to teach us nothing. It was a great day for women everywhere. A shit ton was accomplished. Now Rick the hungover stoner knows that complimenting a woman on her rear or bust at work is inappropriate, m'kay? As a man I truly feel edified by this completely uplifting, interactive, temperate activity. Oh, right, general update since it's been a while since I last posted. Big Things - I got laid off - I got a new job making 70 more per hour three days later - I got a new love interest -- We got into a big argument --- Both of us are working equally hard to fix our individual fuck-ups total long term potential, right there ---- Looks extra kissable when she's angry this could lead to bad places - I wrote a poem about a ray gun technician who falls in love with his robotic assistant - One of my friends took me to an LGBTQ club and it was awesome -- Being hit on by men is interesting and in a way definitely an ego boost, however it gets old, also gays make the best wingmen - My running partner simultaneously shit and vomited when we were a mile and a half away from home -- I gave up my socks to clean shit off the back of her legs My favorite part of working at home is in the morning when we're on video chat I wear a blue or white button up shirt and a smart blazer. That's it.