Dear lovely blonde GM of current venue I am working,
thank-you so much for the heads up and may i add you have a total and complete f-wit working for you.
Said fuq-wi,t to be clear, is technically sexually harassing me...yes i said it, in the most insidious manner. He is undermining my work performance and it is trey annoying as one thing i do have is my lovely, spirited work ethic. I do not appreciate his hands on my body nor the closeness in proximity to my "beautiful body"; to quote said fuq-wit. Equally annoying is the defensive manner he displays when called on his perpetual b.s. I am in all manners frustrated. Interestingly I was warned beforehand by a coworker. to whom I insisted fuq-wit is merely crushing on....alas, I eat my words. Another young lady who will also remain nameless believes she too was in reception of fuq-wit's unsavory admin. tactics and has moved on to a different position in part to avoid these current behavioral annoyances I am gagging on about. Fortunately I have decided to take another path to my goals and fuq-wit will be rendered obsolete in my current scheme of things.
So, why am I telling you? Why bother publishing a silly blogpost?
Because this fuq-wit is an Aries and I am just recovering from another run in with a fuq-wit of the Male Aries persuasion. Only instead of touching me this previous Aries fuq-wit opted to touch himself. I suspect he was burying his erection down the leg of his pants all seven..YES, 7 times that his hand graced his nether regions. Now, I was uber aware of some slightly ridiculous sexual tension with previous Aries. I could also easily see that he had a gf...yawn...and any erotic longings he may be harboring would have to be repressed due to....well...not sullying his golden boy image? But I digress....I am putting the universe on notice.
All fuq-wits of the "can't keep it in your pants" variety are to exit stage left. having a day job is hard enough without you all making me responsible for your hard-ons. Take responsibility. Stop projecting your desires on to me. Stop touching me. Stop saying stupid merde that is annoying and has nothing to do with professional communication. You want to compliment me? Send flowers. Send a raise. Behave.
thank-you so much for the heads up and may i add you have a total and complete f-wit working for you.
Said fuq-wi,t to be clear, is technically sexually harassing me...yes i said it, in the most insidious manner. He is undermining my work performance and it is trey annoying as one thing i do have is my lovely, spirited work ethic. I do not appreciate his hands on my body nor the closeness in proximity to my "beautiful body"; to quote said fuq-wit. Equally annoying is the defensive manner he displays when called on his perpetual b.s. I am in all manners frustrated. Interestingly I was warned beforehand by a coworker. to whom I insisted fuq-wit is merely crushing on....alas, I eat my words. Another young lady who will also remain nameless believes she too was in reception of fuq-wit's unsavory admin. tactics and has moved on to a different position in part to avoid these current behavioral annoyances I am gagging on about. Fortunately I have decided to take another path to my goals and fuq-wit will be rendered obsolete in my current scheme of things.
So, why am I telling you? Why bother publishing a silly blogpost?
Because this fuq-wit is an Aries and I am just recovering from another run in with a fuq-wit of the Male Aries persuasion. Only instead of touching me this previous Aries fuq-wit opted to touch himself. I suspect he was burying his erection down the leg of his pants all seven..YES, 7 times that his hand graced his nether regions. Now, I was uber aware of some slightly ridiculous sexual tension with previous Aries. I could also easily see that he had a gf...yawn...and any erotic longings he may be harboring would have to be repressed due to....well...not sullying his golden boy image? But I digress....I am putting the universe on notice.
All fuq-wits of the "can't keep it in your pants" variety are to exit stage left. having a day job is hard enough without you all making me responsible for your hard-ons. Take responsibility. Stop projecting your desires on to me. Stop touching me. Stop saying stupid merde that is annoying and has nothing to do with professional communication. You want to compliment me? Send flowers. Send a raise. Behave.
