My interactions with tenants were often punctuated by a corporate staff that shamelessly sexually harassed me to my face, via e-mail and on the phone. The ring leader of this over-sexed crew was Stephen, CEO of the company. When tenants were not calling to tell me that their oven knob was a bit loose, or that their water was a bit too “clear,” I would usually get calls from Stephen, who made me wish I had never left my mother’s uterine cave. Instead of calling my office and saying, “Hello Allison - How are you” my boss had to play a twisted game of “let me verbally rape you:”
1. Me: Good morning, Logan Circle Apartments, How can I help you?
Stephen: "What is this? Your sexy voice? You want something?"
2. Good morning Logan Circle Apartments, How can I help you?
"So I take you out to lunch and I don’t even get a good nut tug? What are you waiting for a weekend get-a-way?
3. Good morning Logan Circle Apartments, How can I help you?
"WAKE UP! Who were YOU with last night? Because you definitely weren't with me."
4. Good Morning Logan Circle Apartments how can I help you?
"So how is my little potato latkah?"
5. Good Morning Logan Circle Apartments how can I help you?
"You've seen Snoop Dog's Girls Gone Wild tape, right? I think I even saw you in it."
6. Good Morning Logan Circle Apartments How can I help you?
"So when are you quitting?"
Me: "Tomorrow"
"Ah, so we can finally sleep together."
Me: "yup. I guess so."
"Yea Vanessa did that too. But she forgot to sleep with me."
