The corp is a major retailer. Not WalMart. I worked in a distribution center, supervising the receiving of product and getting it sorted it for the stores.
I will talk with my husband as to whether or not he believes he thinks this is worth pursuing. This will impact him also in ways I don't want to get into.
I really thought the women of the facility would stand up and say "Yes, Bob does this to us to and it bothers / impacts us." Especially after they all told me they had it happen to them and I could see him doing it. My manager said he did it to her and agreed it was wrong. She just wasn't prepared to stand up and do anything. She was the main earner in her family. She said Bob was just a jerk and ignore it. That was when I first started.
Bob would stare at your chest, put his hands in his pockets and play with his *change*. I put up with it for a long time. The incident in the back room was the last straw. That was terrifying. That took creepy and weird and surreal to an all new level. The look on his face was so weird. I have it burned in my brain. And his eyes, the way his eyes, looked. He was in the throes of a sexual encounter-with himself. While looking at me.
I felt like Norma Rae, I thought I could make a positive change for every woman there by standing up and saying "Stop, you can't continue doing this." Especially after talking to friends and being egged on by them. It is a lot easier to push someone into doing something when it has no direct impact on you.
I thought it would end like a Hollywood movie. Positive. I thought the women, at the very least, would stand behind me and help me help them. No, they just stood back and watched as I got skewered. Real life is obviously not a Hollywood movie, but this seemed so obvious. Bob was such a lecher.
I will really have to think about this. This is one of those things that makes me angry when I think about it, yet I've always felt powerless to do anything about. John Doe actually gave me a little bit of sun with his explanation. Thanks John.