28 March 2012

Does My Dress Look Sexual to You?

SEXUAL HARASSMENT, according to Equal Employment Opportunity Commission of the United States of America defined it as, "It is unlawful to harass a person (an applicant or employee) because of that person’s sex. Harassment can include “sexual harassment” or unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical harassment of a sexual nature", which you can read here.

I am wearing a dress with a slit at the back today. Actually, the same dress that I wore on my wedding day (civil rites, that is). And so some guy from another department, whom we used to hang out with during after-lunch yosi session, was making a gesture that I should hack up my skirt. I ignored, and so did my co-workers. Just before I went back inside the office, he uttered "Denise, taas mo nga yang palda mo." I felt my blood hit my head big time. God knows how I composed myself but I really wanted to slap his face. But then I thought, that had created such a scene. I'm not an eksenadora (scene-maker: mapanggawa ng eksena). I told my supervisor, a male, about it and he told me to let it pass for now. I agreed, but warned that the next time he'll do that, I will go directly to our boss, the Vice President of Human Resources. 

That's so weird. I am part of the Human Resources Department of our company, and handles employee-related cases. This thing that happened to me if it happened to other employees, will be a big issue, will be dealt accordingly and the harasser will have to face legal charges. 

I will not let this happen again. I will not let him belittle my womanhood. I will really make him feel the lines in my palm the next time I heard anything nasty from him. As of this moment, I'm thinking if I have to tell my husband. What do you think?

27 March 2012

I Am Blogging

I deactivated my first blog, my first outlet after my paper-diary days. It took me a long time to decide if I should really do it. But I did. I mustered enough courage to forget everything that I have written there --- including my then boyfriend's (now my husband!) heart-felt poem for me, which by the way was not personally handed to me but had "accidentally" read in his phone. Without batting an eyelash, I clicked the "delete account" button. Somehow, it dawned on me that it's time to make a new beginning. Uhm, yeah, it took me this long to make that NEW BEGINNING. You know, those things from the past that I should forget, instead of regret. Late bloomer I was, right? But at least I am changing. Boy, was I happy for that. My husband will be happier for sure. And mind you, I will post this publicly. Not to brag about how cool my life is or to let people scrutinize my writing capabilities. But to simply share what I think about something every now and then.  

There. I don't claim that I am writer. But I am now experiencing writer's block. Bye.