Oh, how I would love to say all this to your face. Unfortunately, that would most likely be the end of my job. And I have to pay the bills. So please accept an open letter instead.
I have never met anyone quite like you. And I do mean that in the worst way. You seemed like a real nice, ‘put-er-there-bud’ kinda guy at first. But I always had that little twinge in my gut that always made me feel uncomfortable around you, like I shouldn’t trust you. And now I’m glad I listened to that instinct.
The guys at work all love you. They think you’re a great guy. The girls think you are too; that is, the tall, slim, pretty girls who work part-time. Does your boss know that you leave work early saying you have to go “run an errand” when witnesses have seen you in fact flirting with each of said girls? I guess not, because if your boss did, she’d be watching you a lot more closely.
Remember last year, how your continued emotional and verbal abuse towards me caused me to actually have a nervous breakdown? After that last time you made me sit in a chair while you stood over me and yelled and told me how stupid and useless I was, I locked myself in the storage room and screamed and screamed and couldn’t stop. I’m glad someone cared enough to call the police. It’s too bad, though, that I now need so much medication just to cope with not only life, but with you during the day. Oh, Human Resources finally believed me then. They wouldn’t before, because they thought you were such a great guy. You were always so NICE! What I wouldn’t give for a hidden camera during the times we were working alone together. It was Jekyll and Hyde. And during the time afterwards when I was a basket case in the hospital and my department fell to shit, they realized that YES, you DIDN’T know what you were doing! They finally demoted you, but it really sucks that you’re still my superior, and I still have to report to you. Even though you lost, you still won, eh?
I thought that maybe you would have smartened up after that, but no. I can’t count how many times you lied to my face. I bet you don’t know that I have evidence, written and verbally from others, that you lied. Oh, by the way, you know the shy part time girl with the brown hair? Stop touching her back and shoulders and offering to give her rides home. It makes her very uncomfortable. Unfortunately she’s too afraid to report you, because she knows how good a liar you are, and you’d probably turn it around to make her look crazy and get her fired. And especially, STOP telling her how good you are in bed and how you know how to please any woman. She’s NOT interested, you scum. You’re a manager, for fuck sakes!! You’re not supposed to be trying to get into your 18 year-old co-workers’ pants.
I wish the job market here wasn’t so hopeless. I’ve been looking all over for almost 2 years now. I must have spent hundreds of dollars on resume paper alone. It doesn’t look like you’ll be going anywhere, so I have to get away from you. I wish to god I could just quit, but I have to pay the rent. I worked so hard to get my apartment. My husband only makes $400 a month. I don’t know what else to do.
I really try to believe that what goes around, comes around. i can only wish that you get yours someday, that all the lies and manipulation will come right back at you.
I hope you rot in Hell.