Sexual Harrassment Class at the Salt Mines

Entrapment

There's been a trend among employers to have classes on sexual harrassment. Both the Salt Mines themselves and the Mining Company have it periodically, so if it's not one it's the other on their own time tables.

But it seems to be a cottage industry to make everyone into criminals of some sort, and that seems to be what is really behind it all.

Now you don't know me, but I don't have problems with this topic at all generally, and even pretty much agree with it, plus have really benefitted when other  tyrants in my life fall victim to it, which has happened several times. And for me that last part overrules all other arguments about the topic itself.

I wasn't doing anything, and then they have me seated right next to an interesting blonde lady I had never seen before, in the class itself.

Since I had already worked all night on an 8-hour shift, and had to go in the next night, it was not pleasant to have a 6-hour class in the middle during bedtime, 20 miles away. But I didn't say anything.

Instead the blonde lady started complaining, saying all the things I was thinking, but hadn't said because I am not a complainer:  ' I shouldn't be here, I worked all night, I have to work tonight, etc. This is stupid.' I wouldn't have said all that, but I was thinking it.

And then all through the films, she was yawning and stretching, and yawning again. I was too, seeing as how I could barely stay awake. I mean like four and five per minute. It was hours after bedtime, we should be buried in our coffins before the rays of the sun can touch us.

Notice how I never even heard of her, and now I am saying 'us,' like that.

Each yawn was a reminder, as was each other complaint she said, of how many things we have in common. Same Salt Mine company, same Salt Mines, same schedule, same thoughts, same yawns, same same same.

As to the class itself, I was noticing that my own personal policy is actually harsher than theirs is on paper at least, since I think it is all up to the how the recipient feels about it, whereas a couple items they were prepared to think could be reasonable, I was thinking sure they COULD be but they also could NOT be with someone else, since my personal standard is based on the recipient's own feelings and reactions, which will vary from one person to the next.

Plus I have had two or three monstrous Bosses eliminated this way, maybe more if I think back on them,  when I had long since given up hope on getting them out of my life any other way, so the whole topic has actually favored me indirectly more than once. Because someone else nailed them on these grounds, miraculously, when I could see no other escape from their clutches myself.

This aspect has been of the greatest benefit to me and should not be discounted. These guys were real jerks in several cases, and somehow this one thing has the power to get rid of them once and for all. The companies think it's perfectly all right for them to harrass me ten different ways, but Gott sei Dank eventually someone else may nail them on Sexual Harrassment and poof--they are gone!

In the corner of my eye, while trying earnestly NOT to check her out, in accordance with what the movie was talking about, which I fully agreed with, outwardly,  using just the very outer edge of my peripheral vision, I detected that She was checking me out! Ha!


If it weren't for this class I'd have never had any of this happening. It's like they set it up, as an entrapment creating a 'crime' where there was not one in the first place, not even a glimmer of one.

Luckily the previous year's class I was next to an ugly one, who was frustrated that she understood her legal powers but was frustrated that no one would harass her, ever, since she was too ugly, and so she could not come up with any way to use those powers.

So in this year's one I'm yawning away, feeling guiltier by the minute, because each of my yawns elicited a sympathetic vibe and yawn from my fellow worker, and I detected no guilt on her part despite the subject matter.


Ironic that they work us so hard here that the very Sexual Harrassment class itself becomes our only remaining social life. Yes it was all very Professional. Nothing happened really, we just exchanged a smile at the end. And got back to work as soon as we woke up.