Okay, ordinarily I come up with my own topics, but thanks to this post by Aussa, over at Hacker. Ninja. Hooker. Spy. I had to pick this up and run with it, LOL…A really big difference here, though, is that none of my maintenance guys got murdered…Some days I am thankful for that, and other days? Well, anyway…
Now, y’all know I work at a hospital, and my department supports Maintenance. Let me just say, right out of the gate, that I married one of the electricians. We’ve been married about ten and a half years, and I haven’t killed him, yet, so that’s a plus. 😉
He initially got my attention by smiling at me when we were introduced on my second day on the job (sue me; I’m a sucker for eyes that light up with a smile attached to a really cute ass). I was single, but dating (y’all saw this post, right?), and when things started to really go south with Norman Bates, my electrician caught wind and started leaving cups of coffee for me right before I’d get to my desk each morning. And don’t you know they were fixed just the way I liked them; a couple packets of sugar and some French Vanilla creamer. ♥ I’ll be honest…it got my attention enough that I emailed to my best friend about him and we soon started referring to him as, “Mr. Coffee.”
Then the cards started, and one Valentine’s Day (before they started becoming hazardous to our health) I found a coffee cup with flowers in it sitting by my keyboard. He really was the perfect gentlemen, which is probably why he didn’t fit in with the rest of the gang.
That’s not to say that ALL the maintenance guys were assholes. I’m just saying, out of the four ugly male versus female experiences I’ve had at work, three of those four have been with maintenance men (and I use the term “men” loosely).
There is the guy whose head is so big that everyone wonders why he doesn’t have scars on his forehead. (You know, from rug burn when he was crawling as a baby?) This guy got in my face about his pay check. I don’t DO payroll for Maintenance, unless their manager is out on leave or some such issue. He wasn’t, during this time, and Big Head came in ranting about his check, got in my personal space, got nasty, raised his voice and put his finger in my face because there was a problem with his paycheck. What I wanted to do was put a 5 gallon bucket over his head and beat it with a wooden spoon, but I didn’t. One reason was that I was at work and needed to appear professional and un-flustered; resorting to a childhood torture method would not have supported that image. The other was because I was fairly convinced it wouldn’t have fit over his head. I referred him to his manager and I mentioned it to my supervisor, and she and I agreed that it is absolutely unacceptable behavior. Formal complaint, formal write up, and Big Head appealed and won. Formal write up dismissed. However, he has spoken to me about once since then, and it’s been about 8 years. *shrug* And yes, that IS a good thing.
Then there was the one guy who retired that would come in to pick up his meds (he had a life threatening illness). Back in the day, when he was working with the department, he’d give all the girls hugs. After he retired he still gave all the girls hugs, but at one point thought it might be fun to try and put his tongue down my throat. Um, no, thank you. That said? If I knew he was in the building, I either got scarce or went behind closed doors. Yeah, that one was problematic for me. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, because, c’mon, he is retired, sick and married, and probably didn’t need that kind of drama in his life. I let that one slide.
The one that shook me up the worst, however, was the guy that backed me into a corner and wouldn’t go away until I threatened to punch him in the throat. It isn’t that I didn’t ask him to back off, politely at first, it was the fact that he had no concept of what that meant until I threatened him with physical violence. That one incident put a good sized dent in what had been, up to that point, a really decent working relationship. I really didn’t push the issue, simply because I thought that I might have some issues given that I had been in a couple of abusive relationships, and I didn’t want to cost some guy a write up, or worse yet, his job because I am “sensitive” to being backed in a corner. Of course, years later? We all know that’s bullshit, and if it were to happen again? I’d push the issue.
Sure, maybe I have “personal space” issues, but that space is…well…personal. If I don’t invite you into it, you’d probably do well to simply stay the hell out of it. I also am familiar with the term, “Hostile Work Environment” and can see where that might have come in handy during those early years.
Like I mentioned earlier, not all of these guys are jerks. There have been some really super guys that have come and gone from that department that would give you the shirts off their back if they suspected that you needed it. There have been several that, after my spouse’s last surgery, were right there ready to help with anything from bringing me a can of gas when I ran the tank dry in the parking lot next to the gas station to changing the tire on the Hub’s truck while he was recovering. So, no…they aren’t all awful, but they are a different breed. 😉
Oh, and let me clarify…I have worked here for thirteen years, so this all didn’t happen in just a two or three-year period. The most recent situation occurred three and a half years ago. I would have to say that 99% of the time, we have a good time here, and are like family for the most part. (Insert your own off-color comment here, LOL.)
Until next time…