When I left school at sixteen I got a job in a fast food restaurant. It was a terrible job in difficult conditions with antisocial hours, but it convinced me to go to college and uni so it wasn’t a total loss, although I only lasted there three months.
After I’d been there about two months they hired a young man a few years older than me. We didn’t really get on but I assumed it was just a personality clash and no one’s fault so I just got on with it. However, he started flirting with most of the other girls who worked there. Some didn’t mind, but some did and even when they told him so he continued. His comments and behaviour gradually got more aggressive and I saw several female work colleagues upset by his behaviour. A few made complaints about him but were effectively told to stop being silly.
One evening I was on shift with him and I went behind the counter to get something and he followed me. He grabbed hold of me, pushed me against a wall and tried to touch my chest. I pushed him away and told him to ‘f**k off’. He sloped off looking sheepish, but then my shift manager shouted at me for swearing when then customers could here me. I was upset and frightened both by what he’d done and the reaction of my shift manager so I decided to hand in my notice.
I never regretted leaving that job, but I wish I’d had the guts to take further action and I hope he never did something similar to anyone else. Oh well, #MFIF.