Today’s post comes
from Angela, who blogs over at The Clutter Box. (I LOVE that blog title, BTW).
She recently had an uncomfortable experience with her job, which is why she’s
writing about it for me. Women are often punished for writing honestly about our
personal experiences, especially if they happen in the workplace.
In my job, I deal with students. Most are great, some are
not. I absolutely hate parts of my job. I am not a sales person. I am, however,
great at networking, customer service, and events. When you succeed with those
three things, sales eventually come, but now I’m veering off topic!
I deal with a special group of students. For this particular
group of students, I am one of the first women they deal with when they come to
school. I give them everything. I explain how things work and what to do when.
I am a contact for any needs, and I feed them. This has been a great
relationship-building thing, it has done wonders for my numbers and my end
goal, but it is also creating a bigger issue.
I am constantly surrounded by this group. They are
everywhere and no matter where I go, they always find me. At the end of the
day, I usually walk with my co-workers to a point, but then we split off to go
our different directions home. At that point I am usually surrounded, and they
walk with me as far as I will let them. They come into the branch individually
taking their turns greeting me in my office. They will huddle in the ATM room
waiting for us to leave after closing, to greet us then walk me out. They are
super friendly and have always responded to my requests of leaving me at
certain places or not following me further.
Then Valentine’s Day happened. One particular gentleman came
into my office--not unusual, as he was usually in once or twice a week. Except
this time he hung around waiting for my clients to leave and when they took
longer than he had anticipated, he came back later. He also asked to speak to
me privately. I was semi smart about this. I didn't close my door, and I made
sure that my one co-worker was aware of what was happening and watching. He sat
down and asked if we could be friends. I wasn't expecting that kind of
question, so I didn't really say anything. He asked for my cell phone number; I
gave him my business card with my work contact information. He asked if I was
on Facebook; I lied and said I wasn't. He gave me Valentine’s Day cookies and
asked if I would help with his English soon. I think the entire time he was in
my office, I said two words: Hello and Goodbye.
After he left I proceeded to have a good freak out. With the
language barrier, I didn't know what he meant. My definition of the word Friend
could be completely different from his definition of the word. And accepting a
present doesn't really help things, not that I actually accepted it, he just
kinda left it there on the table. At this point I decided enough was enough. I
don’t really want to be dealing with these types of issues. So I called my
supporting manager and discovered he can’t do a thing, other than tell me to
stand up for myself (which I already knew). I called security and because I am
not a student they will not escort me on campus, same with the safe-walk
program (which is bullshit… does it not cover female instructors??).
When I pulled up security’s information the internet also
pulled up the statistics for this particular campus in regards to assaults,
harassment/threats, robbery, drugs, breaking and entering, theft, etc. That was
an interesting albeit disturbing read. The numbers for a small campus are ridiculously
high. Who know such a thing existed on the internet. But it is ridiculous. Here
I am asking for assistance in this issue, but no one will help until I become
another statistic.
I am pretty out there on the internet. You have to look for
me, but I'm not that hard to find. (I can totally hear my Dad in my head right
now... lecturing about security and the internet). I've tried living without
blogging. It's not possible. I care too much about the community of people I've
met to give up blogging. I care about having the freedom to express myself. I
also care about personal safety and having support.
This is one of those things that I can’t write about on my
own blog, but I just needed to share it. Since I don’t have the support I need
at work, I hope that Belle’s readers can offer the support I’m unable to ask of
my own readers.
I'm so sorry that they didn't help you! That is seriously irresponsible and downright wrong of them to turn you down. So they only safewalk students? That sounds like a load of crap! The reason they have that is to protect people. You, as a women, in a that kind of situation, should be eligible for that, not just left to fend for yourself :(
ReplyDeleteThis reminded me of a video we had to watch for Title IX training in which a woman working in the c-store on campus is harassed by one of the vendors, who comes from a different culture. It is shrugged off by her supervisor because he is from another country and is passionate and blah blah blah. Of course this was a video, and we discussed how it should have been handled by the supervisor. And it is bull that they can't escort you--that should be provided to anyone that feels unsafe! I don't know--I would be checking into Title IX. It is still applicable to instructor-student relationships.
ReplyDeleteThis kind of stuff definitely makes me angry. You hear it again and again how a lot of people can't get help until they become a victim. It's definitely not right. And in this situation, I feel like your supervisor should help you to come up with a way to appropriately handle this guy and make him aware that there are boundaries that he needs to stick to. For now though you might feel better having friends meet up with you to have a walking buddy when you feel the most uncomfortable walking alone. Hope the situation gets better!
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