  As I find myself reading other people's blogs I find myself remembering some of my past experiences. I actually caught myself on the phone tonight before I mentioned an experience I had read about in someone else's posting. Later tonight, as I was reading Jay's urlLink Right-Brained blog, I was reminded of something that happened on my first job.
I was twenty one and working at my first real job after college as an Assistant Manager for Wal~Mart. Being a young guy, and never having managed people before, I was clueless. To make matters worse, they gave me an area of the store that I had no interest in and knew very little about: Soft lines! Soft lines consisted of Men's and Women's Apparel with the Front End Registers thrown in for good measure.
The only redeeming factor, or at least I thought so at the time, was I managed a lot of young ladies. The “rub” is that Wal~Mart had a strict fraternization policy prohibiting dating coworkers, especially ones whom you managed. Well, being an idealistic and conscientious young man, I tried to follow it. Well one day I got called back into the crusty, old, Store Manager's office. He sat me down and proceeded to question me regarding Sexual Harassment. I was flabbergasted! I started questioning myself internally, going over all of the conversations I had had with employees over the past couple of weeks.
Nothing came to mind as even vaguely sexual. I told him this and he absolutely floored me when he told me who it was. She was the grossest, fattest, ugliest, girl that I managed. Even today she ranks in my Top 5 of Heinous. She was about 5 feet tall and a svelte 350 pounds. Her face sported a mustache and the beginnings of a goatee. Did I mentioned she smelled? Apparently she had over-heard me drop an F-bomb and took it upon herself to be offended.
Well, I explained to the Store Manager that there was no way in hell I could possibly have sexually harassed her and he agreed. I got off with a written warning and having to apologize to her. From there on out I avoided her like the plague. The really bizarre twist is that when I got transferred to another store she slipped me a love letter with her phone number on it. I honestly don't remember how I handled it but I'd like to think that I ripped the note up in front of her.
Thank you to Jay for dredging up that lovely memory. I hope I don't have nightmares now. 
