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Thursday, February 02, 2006

Wal-Mart: Always Low Prices, American Made Harassment

The one thing I find extremely difficult and unfair is the helplessness felt by women who work in the customer service industry. There are rules and regulations dealing with sexual harassment from fellow coworkers. But when the harassment comes from a
customer that we're supposed to be nice to, what can we do?

I used to work as a cashier at Wal-Mart (or as I call it "The Den of DOOM"). There was this one guy there who would always come to my line. I saw him at least
once a week. He would acually seek me out! Once I had a technical problem with one customer's purchase. When another cashier opened her line, everyone moved to the other line except him! I thought the creep was stalking me.

He would come up to me, and leer and stare at me. Unfortunately I had to wear a name tag so he knew my name. I've never heard my name sound so disgusting before. He would ask me when I got off from work, and if I would go out with him. And all I could do was be polite, say no, and try to keep busy when what I really wanted to do was tell him to back the f*** off.

The town I used to lived in at the time used to publish the names and pictures of people who had been arrested for DUI. (I guess as a way to warn others to watch for them on the road?) I saw his face in one of these columns. I wasn't surprised, but I had noticed he had an unusual name.

One day at work a lady came up to me and asked me to page her husband to meet her at my register. Her husband's name sounded so familiar, but it wasn't until I saw it was The Creep walking up to her that I finally put it together! He'd been trying to spin me his tired game and he comes to find me there with *his wife*! When I saw the look on his face, I couldn't help but burst out laughing!

The next time he tried to bothered me, I asked him how his wife was. He turned red and sped off. He never bothered me after that!

Keep up the good work!
~ Angel H.

P.S. I'd also like to mention that I am a very overweight woman. So when people say that harassment only happens to certain women or that the women should expect this kind of treatment, just point them in my direction. I have plenty of other stories to tell.