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zero. means, only occasoinally.

Published 12.10.06 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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today we had "sexual harassment awareness training". i guess we all KNOW for SURE when we are being harassed*.

at the end, they gave out zero bars to remind us of "zero tolerance!!!"


*i laugh to think what used to traumatize me when i first entered the car business. now, i wouldn't bat an eye. i'd just chop off their balls and use them for earrings.

3 Responses to “zero. means, only occasoinally.”

  1. Anonymous Anonymous  on October 13, 2006 3:26 AM  

    Hahahaha, last sentence made me snort.

  2. Anonymous Anonymous  on October 13, 2006 10:55 PM  

    lol. seriously. i had to watch a stupid video on harrassment last week during training at my new job. lot of b.s. as if anyone is going to go to the trouble of reporting the 12 billion comments made throughout the day which could be classified as "sexual harrassment." jeez.

  3. Anonymous Anonymous  on October 14, 2006 10:30 AM  

    In the training I received in Minnesota 10 years ago, sexual harrassment was in the eyes of the beholder or ears of the beholder. And it is not harrassment until the offending activity was requested to stop and it did not. Knowing the guys you work with you will have several sets of earrings. and maybe a charm bracelet.

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