Tessie D

I’m not going to talk about work today.

I’m not going to talk about work today.

But, I need to talk about this. 

I went in for my shift on Saturday night. Everything seemed to be going fine. We were busy, which I prefer. I don’t like standing around. I like having work to do. And, I like making money.

There were moments, though, that I don’t know how to explain, and I don’t know if I’m making a big deal out of nothing. I went to the dry stock area to get a few bottles of ketchup. They’re in the back corner, on the bottom shelf. Alex was back there, too, doing inventory. I bent over to pick up a few bottles, and he walked behind me. 

Like, right behind me. I bent over, and he turned to come around me and passed by me. The front of his pants grazed my butt. There was plenty of room to walk by. 

Or, at least, I think there is. 

Maybe there isn’t? 

I stood up quickly when I realized what happened and he said, “Whoops. You need to be careful. I’m working back here.” Maybe it was my fault?

Except, later when I was walking through the prep area, we passed each other and I could swear that he intentionally bumped into me. Nothing hard or painful, but I would swear that there was enough room to pass each other but that he intentionally grazed the side of my body.

I feel like if I say something, someone might say that there’s just not a lot of room in the back. Or, that I’m making something out of nothing. Or, that I’m making it up for attention.