He’s A Real Big Meat(head)

, , , , | Working | December 4, 2020

While I have sometimes lifted heavy boxes at work, I’ve also hurt myself trying to do so. Generally, I only do it when there’s no one else to, because my coworker who’s around sixty-five will do it if I don’t. Today, I am working with an arrogant nineteen-year-old mansplainer who knows how to do everything. I’m somewhat of a private person, especially with people I don’t know or like.

Coworker: “Hey, we need big meat.”

That’s a forty-pound box that he is more than capable of lifting.

Me: “Okay.”

Coworker: “Well, go get it.”

Me: “Uh, no. I’m busy; you’re not.”

Coworker: “Just go get it.”

Me: “No. I’m not going to hurt myself trying to lift it.”

Coworker: “It’s just a box!”

Me: “Yeah, and I can’t lift forty-pounds very easily!”

Coworker: “Forty pounds is nothing.”

Me: “Not to me. It’s different for different people. I have hurt myself trying to pick those up and I’m not willing to do that today.”

Coworker: “How much do you weigh?”

Me: “That’s none of your business.”

Coworker: “Make a guess.”

I ignore him.

Coworker: “Tell me! How much do you weigh?”

Me: “No.”

Coworker: “Tell me! Now!”

Me: “No! That’s my personal business and you have no reason to ask me that question!”

Coworker: “Ugh! Fine!”

He stormed out. He did get the box, but he left the frozen food sitting on the counter so I still ended up having to put it away. No, this isn’t the first time he has attempted to ask me personal questions, like where I live, etc. I can’t stand working with him for many reasons, including how he treats me, especially since he doesn’t treat any of the guys the way he treats us girls.

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