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transientday:honey-andrevolution:loudestcrowdever:nikkibot3000:kateordie:lipstickstainedlove:thearomantic:octoberreads:dynastylnoire:angelicroses:bonequeer:radicalrebellion:baronsledjoys:firecannotkillafitblr:This drives me mad. I used to work in a bookstore, and was talking to my coworker and he just yelled out “stop flirting with me!” at this ridiculous volume and it was humiliating because 1. I wasn’t2. I got in trouble for acting unprofessional 3. He embarrassed me in front of a line of people4. And he only stopped insisting that I was flirting when my boyfriend (who is now my husband) said, “dude, trust me, she’s not flirting with you” to himThat asshole respected my BOYFRIEND saying I wasn’t flirting more than he respected me saying it and I was the one who was talking! The whole scene got me in trouble at work. And the most ridiculous part is we were talking about a fucking book. In a bookstore.One time, my ex boyfriend had a crush on some girl, and said that he thought he might have “a chance” with her.When I asked him what made him think that, he said “Well, she talks to me.”Can we also add that this is why a lot of women do the resting bitch face when out in public. Cause dudes swear a glance or a smile is flirting.So yesterday something that perfectly illustrates this happened. I work at a fast food place and this guy comes in at 7am on a Sunday, still probably drunk from the night before, and when I smiled and said goodmorning he said “Did you just say that because you’re being paid to say that?” I repressed my urge to sarcastically answer, and said “Nope, I just enjoy saying hi to everyone!” To which he responded, “Oh, so you weren’t flirting with me then.”Dude, I’m not flirting with your gross 7am-on-a-Sunday-ass, trust me.My defense mechanism when I’m uncomfortable at work is to smile, so I did that and said “Is there anything I can get you this morning?” to which he responded,“There, you just smiled! What does that mean?”At this point I was fed up, so I said, “I smile at everyone sir, its just what I do. What can I get you, coffee, a bagel?”And he said “I’m gonna be watching to see if you smile at everyone. I don’t like it when girls lie to me” and then ordered a coffee and a muffin like he hadn’t just said something at 11 on the “Is this guy a serial rapist” scale (where 0 is ‘no’ and 10 is ‘Yes, run away as fast as you can right now.”).Then he sat there for another hour and a half, staring at me from his table. When he got up and left he came back to the counter, and said “You do smile at everyone. That’s fucked up.” and walked out.I can’t even be innocuously polite and pleasant to people at my job (where customer service is the number one thing we are supposed to be focusing on) for fear of this shit happening. What happens if he had decided to wait until my shift was over? New Rule: If she’s at work, SHE’S NOT FLIRTING WITH YOU.Guys, stop bothering women while they’re working. You’re just being annoying. People have jobs to do that aren’t related to you, and the world doesn’t revolve around your fragile, desperate egos.and please don’t ask us when we get off. It sends the creep alarm all the way off. Here’s my story: I was in a bookstore as a customer, with my partner. I went to the counter to ask for a book and my partner trailed along behind me. The guy tells me where I can find it and as I walk away to get it he says to my partner “did you see that hot chick flirting with me, I’m gonna hit that later” to which my partner replied “that’s my fucking wife.” Asking you to do your job is not flirting.One time at work I found out that a male coworker thought I was “in love” with him. I literally just had conversations with him like I would with all my other coworkers. But no, apparently that meant I must be in love with him. I don’t understand why guys think that being civil is flirting?? Every time I have been friends with a guy there is always a point when they’ll either ask me “are you flirting with me?” or “do you have a crush on me??”. Why do you assume that just because I’m treating you like a human being then I MUST want to jump your bones. Your egos need to calm the fuck down tbh.When I was a barista as Starbucks I constantly had guys taking drinks and giving me a creepy smile or asking if I made it special for them. Trust me dude, your half-caf vanilla latte is no more special than the person behind you.This is such a long post but YES. I got this for 10 years and retail. You’re trained to smile and be polite. You HAVE to or you get in trouble. The amount of dudes that have mistaken that for flirting… Boggles the mind.DO NOT. CHAT UP. WOMEN. WHEN THEY’RE WORKING.DO NOT.DO. NOT.because let me tell you something. best case scenario, you’re making her uncomfortable. worst case, you’re scaring the shit out of her.I’ve been harassed and stalked so many times in my retail career it’s unreal. after the worst incident, I got special permission to wear a false nametag from then on.I was stalked by a man I spoke to once. two sentences. I greeted him on entering the store and asked if he needed anything. he read my nametag and asked for my number. my male coworker tagged in and let me go stock the backroom until he left.weird, but seemed harmless enough.until he called the store every day to ask if I was working.and asked repeatedly for my schedule, claiming to be my boyfriend. he happened to have the same first name as the guy I was seeing at the time.thankfully, this had happened to enough women across the company that disclosing a coworkers schedule over the phone to anyone other than that coworker, even if it was one of their family members, was a fireable offense. so no one ever did it.he kept at it for SIX. MONTHS.I transferred to another store. he didn’t believe my coworkers when he was told that I didn’t work there anymore, including new hires who had never even met me and knew me only as ‘the girl who used to work here whose stalker won’t stop calling.’ he got hostile. came by and confronted my friend Dave, who had been my supervisor when we worked in the same location and who had been there during my first and only in-person contact with my stalker.thankfully, Dave is a very good actor.he told my stalker, tearfully, that I really had transferred to another store. in the city. and that a few days after starting at my new store, I was tragically hit by a bus while walking to work and had passed away.the daily phone calls finally stopped after that.I had to FAKE MY DEATH to get away from this fucker. who I had greeted once. because it was my job.this happens to women in retail often enough that some national companies have guidelines on handing these situations right in the orientation handbook.hell, our store even had a special ‘I need help but I can’t make a scene because I would be endangering myself’ code. SARA. Send Assistance Right Away. if someone on the sales floor asked a question about ‘sara’ (ex: ‘hey, is sara working today?’) that meant call security and get to that coworker ASAP.she is being paid to be nice to you.the only reason she isn’t calling you a creep and telling you to leave is that she is so dependent on her job that she’s weighing her options: is he more of a danger to me than my loss of income would be if I got fired for telling him off?This is unreal.No this is too realStory time: I worked (I recently quit) at a craft store in town as a cashier. I was pretty good at my job, following policy on communicating with a customer in the store: smile, greet, ask if they found everything they needed, and ask what kind of project they were working on. Sometimes mixing in comments about the weather or town events to shake things up. It was a good formula. Kept the cashier and customer talking while the cashier would ring up and bag items and that awkward silence that sometimes happens was often avoided.I didn’t really think much of a customer unless they make an impression on me like saving big on a purchase with coupons or if they genuinely are a character, so when I first saw this guy come up to my register with his items, I didn’t think he was anything special. He was getting foam and things for a craft project with his kid. I chat them up a little, find out it’s for a research project and the kid is in elementary school. I make a comment about the kid being very smart to be working on such a hard project, finish ringing them up, and they are off with their items.Two days later, the same guy comes in, straight up to the register and hands me a slip of paper, saying he thought I did a good job and that he was hiring (where, he did not say) and he turned right around and left the store. I check the paper and there is his name and number. That’s it. My “creep alert” blared in my head and I never did contact him. It was on my break that day that I found out he had actually come in the day prior, my day off, looking for me. Extra creepy.It was about a week later the guy comes back while I’m working and he adds a sad, pitiful comment to his purchase of button snaps: “Why didn’t you call me?” My answer, with the most cheerful expression I could muster, “Because I don’t fraternize with customers I meet while I’m working.” With that, I handed him his purchase, his receipt, and sent him on his way. I never saw him again, but I was always afraid he’d come back.Please don’t “flirt” people while they are working.They are not interested.You are not cute.You are a creep. -- source link