I just started my new job back in December. I do editing for a prominent organization’s medical journals. I was really excited about the opportunity, it was a raise in pay and a chance to do something with my journalism degree.
Well, things aren’t turning out quite as planned. See, there are only three of us in our little office. One is the boss, who we will call Dick, and the other is also an editor and we will call her Susan.
Dick runs the office. Completely and totally. He is the only one with speakers on his computer, so we listen to what he likes. All day, every day. But, I can live with that.
Slowly, but surely Dick has shown himself to be a racist, sexist pig, amongst other things. For instance, he keeps a construction worker’s hat on his coat rack so he can put it on when he looks out the window to “rate” women who are jogging along the canal. He makes remarks about the hispanic men who clean and do various things around said canal. He has complained that he wants to take his son out of his current high school because there are too many black kids and his son feels bullied and outnumbered. He says he lives on the “black” side of town.
He has make sexual references to his wife, joked about finding a mistress, and various other things. He also talks badly about many of our co-workers and associates. It’s anything but appropriate.
Then yesterday it came to a head. He was talking about a meeting with some of our editors that live in various states and how they’re all so health conscious and he wants to dress in overalls and puff cigar smoke in their faces. His exact words, and I quote, "Yeah, it’s my pro choice to blow smoke at them. I’ll show those lesbo feminists who kill their babies…"
Right about that point I walked out and went to the bathroom for five minutes or so. I couldn’t listen to any more.
I spoke with Susan about it, and she seemed uncomfortable with my bringing it up. So I spoke with Dick’s boss about it and he said he’d take care of things. Well, today went by with the most hostile tension in the air that I could ever imagine. Dick did not speak to me, and he and Susan didn’t even talk. No music was played.
So starting a while back and coming to a head yesterday and today I have been feeling nervous, my heart rate is up, and I often have the urge to vomit while I’m at work.
What would you do in my position?