There’s a new cook we hired recently. He’s a white guy with a ponytail, over six feet tall, broad, loud. When he was being interviewed, of course he was nothing but respectful and he’d come in and we’d talk briefly and it was fine.
Once he was hired, though, away from my supervisors, is when it started.
He calls me names to highlight how short I am: oompah-loompah is one of them.
He makes the catcall whistle just randomly, but also directed at me, to get my attention from the window, etc.
Last night, he stood in front of me and blocked my exit. I tried to manuever past him, and he moved with me. Then he started moving up and down and singing the “Oompah-loompah” song, blocking me behind the counter with his body so I couldn’t move past him.
He does this high-pitched scream when I come around the corner, or when I walk next to or behind him, to scare me. He did it several times last night. I finally had had enough so I turned around and said “You better fucking knock that off.” He thought I was joking. (I’m short, and a girl, so my anger is never serious, you see. *sarcasm* ) He then proceeds to tell me that he can’t stop it, the noises will come out one way or another. I’m furious at this point, because he’s not listening to me, and he’s not going to respect my boundaries. I get that some people do make noises sporadically and it’s not necessarily something they can control, but, he does it specifically when I come near him so he can laugh at me when I get startled/scared. I ignored him at this point and didn’t engage with him. He talked for a bit (more about how he wasn’t going to respect my boundaries and was going to continue to scream at me) and finally he just went “…OR you could just ignore me”, painting me as the cruel one.
I hate this. This is the kind of shit I’d get in high school, I thought we’d moved beyond this point. But by the end of last night my nerves were worn thin and I could feel a full-blown panic attack coming. I don’t know how to get him to stop. I don’t like this. For fuck’s sake, I’m technically his boss, he shouldn’t be treating me like this. No one else treats me like this, so it’s not like there’s a culture at my work place that he’s feeding off of.
God and all night, every time I’d be annoyed or scared by something he’d do to me, I’d glare at him, and he’d just laugh and go “Aw, turn that frown upside down!” or “Come on, smile!”