When I first started at my last job, I was really stressed out, and there was a lot of people talking all around (busy restaurant's kitchen). So, there was this woman that was basically my trainer, and like people were joking all around, and I could only really hear the laughter and felt like they might be laughing at me or something. I mean, I had been a sort of shut in for like a year, so it was a lot of noise. I kept looking at her, she was my foothold basically, and I was trying to assess if I was ok. I dunno, but I know I looked at her a lot, and somehow that freaked her out of something; she thought I was starting cause I wanted her or some shit...

Anyway, she went on to really push herself on me. Shoving her tits against me, touching me and shit; like, "you want this, come and get it". It was like really fucking weird, and I was in such a weird place mentally already... I just acted as if nothing was happening. All the waiting staff was hanging not too far by (it was right after dinner, so a quiet moment before supper). They all thought it was hilarious what she was doing. Somebody brought out a plate of brownies, and they were all picking at it, and when I asked what that was, this trainer woman who had been innapropriately shoving herself on me, she said, "You want some?" And the whole waiting staff just busted out laughing, "What, I meant the brownies!"

I'm bi-polar/schizophrenic, and at the time, I was just rebuilding my mind from a pretty severe psychosis that had happened like a year prior; hence why I had been pretty much a shut in for a year. This was absolutely the last thing I needed, and though they were ready to hire me, I didn't take the job.

A year later or so, I tried again, and that time it took. I worked there for 8 years, and this woman was the hardest worker in the back of the house. I never, to this day, truly forgave her for what she did. She wasn't trying to get in my pants, it was a power play; a stop staring at me play (little did she know that I just trying to see if I was ok, in a world that seemed just too much).

Over the years, I learned to appreciate her work, and she didn't seem a bad person but she was really fucking weird when it came to sexuality. She would say the most sexually charged shit, and then if you played along, she'd act as if you had initiated it; even if the shit you said was tame compared to what she had said and shit... It didn't happen everyday, and I learned to let it slide like water on a duck, but whenever I walked through the doors and saw her, my heart sank that I had to work with her...

But yeah, everybody thought it was hilarious what she did to me, and it pretty much got me to stay on social assistance, broke as fuck, with no job for another year. Hell, maybe I just wasn't ready, but she sure as hell didn't help, and the like 5 girls who saw the whole thing just thought it was hilarious.