Richard asked if I wanted to go to his church picnic in a couple of weeks. I thought about it for a bit, and reluctantly said ‘yes’. That is one of my many flaws, or maybe a piece of myself that needs to make sure everyone hears the correct answer.
I will go if my former manager and the woman who endorsed my manager’s visit my house are not going. That will never happen, so I may not happen.
For those not aware, my former manager took it upon himself to phone my house twice and visit my home in order to pressure me into attending a voluntary supper at his house in 2013 after (in a depressive state) I stated to a co-worker I did not want to go. This co-worker was my ride to the show.
I believe most in town know the situation. I have told a few people and even wrote about it – heck half of the office and related brokers must have read my ramblings due to the huge numbers of readers when I filed my complaint wih the CEO. No matter how close people outside and inside the workplace are, personal space is just that. Invasion for the sake of inclusion is technically against OH&S regulations. The woman who disclosed my disfavour at going was on the OH&S committee.
Richard asked if I plan on avoiding everyone in town. No, that is tough to do. I had said I was brave and will not be intimidated, but that has not been the case. I know Richard enjoys the people that go to that church, even saying my former manager’s wife is a great person. I agree, but the situation with her husband has made things really uncomfortable.
I describe the situation as inappropriate. Luckily most of the people I have told, some attend the very same church as him, say the same thing. All agree I should have filed a complaint with the Human Rights Board, not just with the CEO.
I hardly think anything was done. As far as I know majority of the people involved in this whole mess are still employed there. I am happily away from that place, but my heart and brain almost explode when I go anywhere near the place. The office is across from the post office and the restaurant.
Should I go? I do not want to, as I am afraid. Not afaid of the blades, but of the potential to actually say some swear words at those who did their best at being worst.
How would that be for a Sunday church picnic?