Or, the update I promised.
So my wife just called from work, or rather her car on her lunch break, filled with the healthiest reaction she’s had to all of this: pure, unblinking rage.
You see, she had her meeting with HR yesterday, and the HR guy met with the Dickless Wonder afterwards. And today they BOTH (allegedly) got written up, though she is sure the DW’s write-up is just for show.
Why, you ask? Well, DW for the obvious reasons. My wife, though, was given a fucking written warning by these miserable dog-sucking, pig-fucking, shit-spewing, corpse-raping bastards for two reasons. One is having pornography on company property, i.e., the magazines and DVDs put on her desk presumably by the DW. No one ever complained, and it clearly was not her doing, but hey! she admitted to having it! And she’s married to a black guy, so she probably finds that kind of thing arousing anyway! And it’s against company policy, so why not write her up?
The other reason for her being written up is that she did not immediately report the harassment. You see, according to the bastards, anyone who witnesses sexual harassment and does not immediately report it to management --INCUDING THE VICTIM-- is complicit in it, because by not immediately assisting management in shutting it down they are exposing the company to liability. Thus if a woman in her early 20s is reduced to fucking tears by a fucking male supervisor who is six inches taller and fifty pounds heavier and twenty years older and thinks the fact that he’s related to the owner means that he’s entitled to vent his racist misogynistic bullshit by making crude comments and looming over her until she breaks down, but this woman needs time, for her own reasons, to work up the nerve to defend herself, that woman is also guilty of endangering the company. Thus she has been told that any further “misdeeds” she commits may result in her employment being re-evaluated.
Oh, when she asked what punishment DW was getting–would he be required to stay away from her, apologize toher, et cetera–she was told that she needn’t concern herself with it, because disciplinary matters are confidential. She should just remember to behave HERSELF, because it’s very hard to find jobs these days and she needs to be sure that she has a good reference if she ever does.
So I’m pissed. You probably got that. But not only am I pissed, I am stunned by the colossal stupidity of the HR person, who has just given her WRITTEN EVIDENCE OF THREATENED RETALIATION. The utter, utter stupidity of what he’s done is breathtaking. I mean, ye gods, if you’re going to be an evil fuck, at least do it INTELLIGENTLY!!!
Miserable bastard. Stupid, game-playing, pig-fucking son of a whore.
Okay, I’m calmer now.
Anywhistle…Mrs. R. was, as I said, livid with very healthy rage. Before I could even ask her if she wanted advice, she told me she’d taken a deep breath, not reacted to the HR bastard, made sure his signature was on the memo, and walked away and made copies as soon as she had a chance. Later we’re going to decide whether she should sue or simply walk away from the bastards. Also, I should add that she is also angry with someone I am not. That is, she’s mad at herself. Because she sees that they overplayed their hand so because they think she’s a doormat, that she’s spineless, that she’s going tobe a scared little girl. She is determined to show them that she’s not.
And that’s all there is for now.