<p>At one job I had I was complaining to one of my few female coworkers that the office seemed a bit like an old boy’s club. “You have no idea”, she replied. Apparently when she had arrived, it had been common for the men to have girlie calendars in their cubicles for all to see. She complained about it to a few of them, with no resolution. So, she brought in her own beefcake calendar. Only it wasn’t anything relatively tame from Cosmo or Playgirl, or the FDNY, but was from a gay magazine and, let’s just say it was “in your face”. The men removed their calendars the next day! (and so did she…) </p>
<p>At another job, I worked with all men and except for one of them, they were great and we all got along well. One guy was a little skeevy though. On my last night (it was a summer job) he insisted on talking to me alone to say good-bye. The whole time, he was looking at porn! I stood there, and the other guys were across the room looking uncomfortable and annoyed, but none of us said anything. Sigh… we should all say something in cases like this… In any case, he goes to kiss me good-bye, and I offer my cheek, and he swoops in to try to get my lips at the last second, but I knew he was skeevy and my reflexes were good so I whipped my head around and he kissed my hair instead. Idiot perv!</p>