He did have power over me. Her was in charge,he'd been suspended several times over the years,one serious incident while I worked with him but I wasn't on this particular shift,I was assured by the senior sisters he wouldn't be back this time,I had nothing to worry about. He turned up at the tribunal,lawyered up,played the race card. He was a.muslim,and was back the following month. One of my friends was on that shift I believe what he said,the other 'F" lied through his back teeth. He retired a couple of years later,on the Tuesday came back via an agency on the Saturday,but shot himself in the foot.he joined the most expensive and highly paid agency,and was told we couldn't afford him. This was the. Stroke Unit and he did in fact have a stroke a couple of years later.course,then we got this huge package every year to fill in,were we being bullied etcetc. Said it was anonymous,with a whopping great bar code,but I wasn't then
I'm glad you had a good day out @Obelixx. We had a good outing too. We went to Burnham Market, a pretty village which has become rather fashionable. The sun came out and the weather was better than expected. We had lunch, crab sandwich, sitting outside a pub/hotel, watching everyone go by, loads of dogs, spaniels, cockerpoos etc. Then we had a really creamy, delicious 99 ice cream from a van. After that we went to Brancaster Beach.
I think I've only met nice men, or I'm very ugly.
A nice man took a photo of us at lunchtime.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
That’s a lovely photo, BusyLizzie. Things were very different in the 70s, sometimes like walking a tightrope. Rocking the boat could mean that you were the only person that suffered. I was very lucky in that I never experienced what, at the time, I would have considered to be serious harassment. It wasn’t too difficult to laugh it off while keeping carefully out of reach. Better outcome to avoid the situation rather than trying to confront it and be seen as a possible troublemaker. We had one lecturer whose ‘party trick’ was to open a door for you, stand back like a gentleman to usher you through first, then step into the doorway at the same time. Luckily we all knew that he would do this, so there would always be delays while the conversation went, after you, no after you, no after you...until he gave up. He was always very good natured about it, but that behaviour would be seen in a very different light in the years since then.
Not blonde 👩🏻🦰 (never have been) but left a job for similar reasons. In hindsight it was one of my better moves 🤣. So very glad that it is something that my girls are far less like to encounter…..and that if they do, they have much better routes available to deal with it. The eighties were great in some respects, but thank goodness the world has moved on in others.
Just come in from an evening out watching the bats 🦇
I must have been lucky because I don't recall being seriously harassed during my working life, despite being blonde from 30 ish and very tiny. Perhaps only working in professional offices also helped. I was well used to men, having two brothers, seven uncles and numerous male first cousins so got on well with most of the men I worked with. There were of course the odd one or two you knew to steer well clear of but an icy glare usually sorted those out.
Having read of the various experiences of some of the girls, makes me think I must have been lucky. Never experienced any of that stuff. I can be very loud though, so that might have put any potential botherers off.
Hubby and I had planned to get an early start today to get to town for pharmacy scripts and groceries, but, sure enough, the phone rang, and they need Hubby to help change over a fire truck in town. Grrr. 😡. It’s enough to drive me crazy. Can never make any plans, it seems.
First job I had, at 14 was in a Newsagents. The 40 year son of the owner was always coming behind the counter which was a bit of a tight squeeze. Instinct was to move up to the front of the counter to let him past but he would deliberately rub himself up against me or the other Saturday girl as he moved past. We quickly learned to actually lean on the back shelves and bring one knee up slightly. When I moved on to Boots, there was a kerfuffle one Saturday when a mother marched in and started berating one of the younger girls. Her son had ended up in the hospital. He had tried it on , been told No, kept going and got a heavy knee in the nuts. She left him crumpled on the floor, they ended up taking him to hospital because of the swelling. I bet he took No as being No next time around.
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We had a good outing too. We went to Burnham Market, a pretty village which has become rather fashionable. The sun came out and the weather was better than expected. We had lunch, crab sandwich, sitting outside a pub/hotel, watching everyone go by, loads of dogs, spaniels, cockerpoos etc. Then we had a really creamy, delicious 99 ice cream from a van. After that we went to Brancaster Beach.
I think I've only met nice men, or I'm very ugly.
A nice man took a photo of us at lunchtime.
Gardening in Central Norfolk on improved gritty moraine over chalk ... free-draining.
Things were very different in the 70s, sometimes like walking a tightrope. Rocking the boat could mean that you were the only person that suffered. I was very lucky in that I never experienced what, at the time, I would have considered to be serious harassment. It wasn’t too difficult to laugh it off while keeping carefully out of reach. Better outcome to avoid the situation rather than trying to confront it and be seen as a possible troublemaker.
We had one lecturer whose ‘party trick’ was to open a door for you, stand back like a gentleman to usher you through first, then step into the doorway at the same time. Luckily we all knew that he would do this, so there would always be delays while the conversation went, after you, no after you, no after you...until he gave up. He was always very good natured about it, but that behaviour would be seen in a very different light in the years since then.
Not blonde 👩🏻🦰 (never have been) but left a job for similar reasons. In hindsight it was one of my better moves 🤣. So very glad that it is something that my girls are far less like to encounter…..and that if they do, they have much better routes available to deal with it. The eighties were great in some respects, but thank goodness the world has moved on in others.
Just come in from an evening out watching the bats 🦇
I must have been lucky because I don't recall being seriously harassed during my working life, despite being blonde from 30 ish and very tiny. Perhaps only working in professional offices also helped. I was well used to men, having two brothers, seven uncles and numerous male first cousins so got on well with most of the men I worked with.
There were of course the odd one or two you knew to steer well clear of but an icy glare
usually sorted those out.