I Remember When...
Next week I'll be 37.
I saw a cute sports car on my way to work this morning. It made me want one to zip around in. I used to be the cute, fit girl driving the Camero. Now I am the mom of 2 driving an SUV, struggling to get my muscle tone back. I miss the days of being the cute young girl in the office. I remember it like it was yesterday... being 23, starting my first job. Working for a man who was a chauvinist, and I put up with it. He used to make crude comments. I did nothing about it until one day I blew up... told him that I didn't appreciate the things he said and that I was changing positions. He apologized and begged me not to go - probably because he was afraid I'd tell on him, but I left him - fucker! Same job, the new boss - the second in command for a city government, masturbated in his office with his door open. I looked up to see the "motion" of masturbation - his eyes were closed, his head was back. I quickly looked down thinking "no way, he can't be doing what I think he is doing." Inside I was panicking. I peeked back up to see him "finish" the job. Everything was hidden behind the desk, but when his eyes rolled back into his head I knew I was right and I knew I had to do something about it.
I trotted down the hall to a friend's office. Shaking and nervous, I said, "I don't know how to say this, but I swear xxx was jacking off in his office with the door open." She said that I should go tell my supervisor, who was a pearly white, beautiful, naive, church-going type. When I told her, she said "Oh.... maybe it's just the shakes because of his drinking." Yes - he was a known alcoholic, working in a high city official position.
At this point I knew I needed evidence because I had just accused the 2nd in command of jacking off in his office. I searched through his office while he was at lunch. As I walked into his office, I could smell the evidence. I didn't realize there was a smell to sperm...until I was hunting for it. There in the trash can lay an envelope. That's right - he spewed on the envelope, threw it into the trash can - didn't even fold or wad it up. Ever so gently I grabbed the corner of the envelope, walked to my supervisor and handed it to her. I simply said "smell it." The color left her face. She knew that I was not lying - she went straight to the City Manager and City Attorney.
Next came meetings with the City Manager, the City Attorney, the Police Chief... sure enough, the blue light test glowed blue, the lab tests came back positive for spew - his spew - because they made him give his DNA... They all asked what did I want to do, what did I want, what did I need. I wanted the man to get some fucking help. These people knew this man was an alcoholic coming to work every single day. He couldn't even sign his name on a straight line. He was so drunk at work, he jacked off in his office with his door wide open and he threw the damn spew in the trash can - they all ignored it until he got to what had to be the lowest point in his life - being confronted by the Police Chief, the City Attorney, and the City Manager about jacking off in your office. So, that was it. They made him go to rehab for 6 weeks. He actually asked me to come into his office, but said I didn't have to if I was uncomfortable and he apologized and admitted that he was an alcoholic. His wife called me and thanked me for handling it so "maturely." I went to school with his fucking daughter. It was so awkward.
I quit not too much longer after that and moved to Dallas but it wasn't related to the incident. I felt sorry for him and I was not emotionally scarred and I did not feel harassed, I felt so sorry for the man. The day it happened, I told my family, my brother said "let me know when to dress up to meet the press at the door." I took a few days off while they worked the situation out. And that original "friend" I told, went blabbing... I never confirmed the story to anyone, not even my last day when the local newspaper called to "discuss an incident that I witnessed involving a high ranking city official." He's probably dead now. He looked about 105, but I think he was only 60.
But that's not where I was going with this blog entry... another day I guess.

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