It was bound to happen eventually, I guess.
Working alone in a cannabis shop initially made me a little wary because working alone anywhere seems sketchy to me, but especially this environment, right? On the other hand, the shop is in the parking lot of a large gas station/liquor store and there’s always people around, so I’ve never really minded it and we’re just busy enough that I can handle everything on my own; there’s no need for 2 people to be here.
But today … ugh … today. I’ve been off for a few days and was super happy to be back in the shop - I enjoy it here, it’s nice to get out of the house, and it’s nice to feel useful sometimes. But then this guy came in, with a friend of his, and ruined my entire day, whole weekend, possibly whole week, idk yet.
He flirted with me. Obnoxiously. He didn’t just flirt - he openly & brazenly hit on me … he wasn’t even shy about it. I’m struggling to find the right words to describe how utterly gross, uncomfortable, and cringe it was. His friend was a little uncomfortable too, that was obvious, but this guy just went to fucking town and even typing it out makes want to run my hands up & down my arms to relieve the absolute ICK of it.
First of all, let me be clear, I work in frikkin pot-shop .. I wear leggings & a hoodie, my grey hair is in a messy bun on top of my head, and I just very recently started wearing a little eye shadow and some lashes to work … I haven’t worn makeup in years .. I don’t even know HOW to wear makeup and look cute but when Em was here for Christmas she stuck some of her magnetic lashes on me and gushed about how nice my peepers looked so I started wearing them. I’m 44 years old, have 3 grown ass kids, and am a grieving widow … I’m not here to get a fucking date, you know?
I made it clear immediately to this weirdo that I recently lost my husband. Full stop. That should have been the end of it right there. The guys friend was even like, oh I’m so sorry for your loss. But obnoxious guy? No no, he seemed to think that meant I was available and on the prowl. I actually feel nauseous.
“Man, you’ve got great legs!” - as I walked into the safe to pull his order.
“Nice ass too!” - as I reached up to a higher shelf to grab something.
“See her pretty face, -insert friend name here-, and she just dropped into my life!!” - as I’m ringing up his sale.
“You got Facebook? What’s your Facebook? C’mon .. ” - grasping my hand and not letting go when I handed him his purchases - “You should hit me up. I’m gonna hit you up, damn.”
I was panicking. I just wanted him to leave. I was on auto-pilot … smiling, nodding, trying to pacify him out the door. By this point even his friend was trying to get him to leave. It was so awful.
No, I did not give him my FB details but he knows where I work so … sigh. I ended up messaging my manager (who is the absolute shizznit and I love her) and venting to her about the whole thing. She knows exactly who it was and assured me that my “creep of the fucking century” instincts are still on point because that guy is fucking president.
It’s been 2 hours since it happened and I still feel tense and like I have heartburn.
Was he a super creep? Yes. Did he make me absolutely uncomfortable? Yes. But am I overreacting? Am I like this because I’m desperately grieving the love of my life who didn’t wake up one morning almost 2 years ago? What if he comes back? How do I handle this!? I am not good at confrontation .. I was married to a narcissist for almost a decade and do not handle shit like this well. I feel sick.
It was bound to happen. Right? Eventually someone was going to see me as something other than a heartbroken widow but .. I’m not anything other than that. I still wear my ring, I’ll never take it off, what else am I supposed to do to make it clear?
I don’t want to cause myself anxiety about coming to work in case it happens again. This is so stupid. I understand how stupid it is but … everything is so strange since he died. The whole world is upside down.
God. Why do people do shit like that? Ruined my whole day.
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