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Am I taking this too seriously?

so did the OP finally do?

i used to cop it when i was a trainee many years ago.....when i took up judo to keep fit, i smashed a few of em down and they stopped anoying me, when one of the leading hands used to drop lit cig butts down by shirt, i charged up a 415 volt cap and layed the terminals over his forearm when he was chatting to the manager with his hands on his hips, you should have seen him jump..lol he chased me all over, then tried it on me a day later,i told him lets party, no fear from me.. but it all died down, word got around not to mess with me ...
 
Hello, thanks for all your advice. I went in last night with no problems! Nothing else was found anywhere, think my team leader has told them about the graffiting. Think it has more to do with the fact someone had put the nasty N word, that I dare not type, on the wall in the tea room, that was soon wiped off. One of our bosses is black, and no one seems to like him, just shows you that I work with racists and homophobes. :rollno:

Oh here's my locker btw.

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But I had a surprise when I went in, I had won in a 'sheep raffle', I had won a leg of lamb, shame I turned vegetarian a month ago lol.
 
Make the rounds and ask if anybody has seen someone in your work area doing something. Two things will happen. The person will know you are now done with it, and everyone else will be alerted and want to see who is doing it and catch them ( even if they have no intention of turning them it it will, in effect, make that a "hot zone". In any event I'd be very surprised if it continued from that point on.

Edit: I see it's been resolved :) That's great to hear.
 
The banter has been going on since I started 7 years ago, I've always had gay jibes, I'm one of the youngest there so an easy target I guess.

The recent jibes have been going on for nearly a month.

I'm a die/tool fitter working in a factory.

A die/tool fitter in a factory? Well, that kind of explains the mentality of some. Not towards all, but.....I also work nights and have been in CNC machine shops since 1986. I've seen it all. You know...a shop full of guys working a in "manly" profession trying to prove thier more macho than the next guy. Might as well have thier thier ***** hanging out while beating thier chest talking about the latest sports score's. And of course you're always, always going to have the practical jokers who don't know when to stop, especially on nights.

I'm not trying to excuse anything and I do feel what they did to you is wrong. Hopefully the issue will remain resolved. Just saying that in that in of workplace that kind of thing is going to happen a bit more often than not.

But I'll tell ya, where I work....everybody is in the cross hairs! But it's all in fun and nobody takes offense.
 
I suggested this in several other threads but i feel that i should suggest it here too, as this is the best way to revenge somebody.

Find out where he/she lives.

Poop in a paper bag and place it on his front porch. Set his house on fire so when he runs out screaming he steps on the bag with poop and gets poop all over his shoes.

Done
 
This is workplace harassment. Uncool and unlawful. If your employer or manager learns about it, further harassment will be his/her fault for not dealing with it.

Whether I am representing management or labor, my approach to workplace harassment is the same. Termination.
 
Yeah...made couple of changes....
I`m still working in the same place, but I changed area...so I no longer work with this guy...
Have lots of Irish friends and I`m more...self confident...it is my 5th year in Ireland...

Harassment like that happens every day everywhere...
Problem is, people who are being harassed think that it will pass...
Problem is...it usually does not...The more you let people step over you the more they will...

I learned about it the hard way...

I`m afraid there is no other way...There has to be a moment when every harassed person wakes up one day and says I HAVE ENOUGH!!
Problem is that the more harassed we are the less we think about ourselves....it creates a stupid circle and it is difficult to get out of it....

(snip)

Quoted for truth.

I try really hard to be a mellow kind of guy. Nowadays it doesn't take much effort and has mostly become my real personality. When I was younger I got picked on A LOT and would try to be as invisible as I could because for some reason in schools, if someone picks on you and you try to complain officially the way they tell you that you are supposed to, YOU end up in trouble.

I was run over by a tow truck when I was ten. I had a lot of facial damage and scarring. And the medications they gave me to hold down my intracranial pressure while I healed made me grow all at once. So by the time I turned twelve, I was about 5'11"-6" and around 240 lbs (175-180cm & 110 kg-ish BIG for a twelve year old). But you know how clumsy guys are while they're growing? Picturing doing ALL your growing at once. Yeah. I could fall over while standing still. I was way bigger than everyone else, way clumsier and had facial scars. The other kids called Frankenstein.

So I put up with a bunch of crap for a really long time until I decided that I wasn't going to take anymore. And I realized that the other guys looked clumsy now and I hadn't fallen in a while. Basically as soon as I decided "That's it! Screw all of this." one of my most persistent tormentors came around the corner of the hall and changed his course so he could run into me. He said "Out of the way, Frankenstein." and ran his shoulder into mine to try to knock my books out of my hands. I dropped the books, grabbed him, pivoted and lifted him up against the wall a few inches off the ground. I held him up there long enough for him to realize just how much stronger than him I was and said. "I don't like that name. The next person who calls me that, I'm going to come find you and beat you until I get tired. And I don't get tired." Then I dropped him and he ran off like a scalded cat. Later that day I heard him telling people not to call me that anymore.

It may be shallow. But terrifying my main bully into nearly wetting his pants is one of my top five best memories to this day. I rank it right behind the birth of my daughter.
 
Quoted for truth.

I try really hard to be a mellow kind of guy. Nowadays it doesn't take much effort and has mostly become my real personality. When I was younger I got picked on A LOT and would try to be as invisible as I could because for some reason in schools, if someone picks on you and you try to complain officially the way they tell you that you are supposed to, YOU end up in trouble.

I was run over by a tow truck when I was ten. I had a lot of facial damage and scarring. And the medications they gave me to hold down my intracranial pressure while I healed made me grow all at once. So by the time I turned twelve, I was about 5'11"-6" and around 240 lbs (175-180cm & 110 kg-ish BIG for a twelve year old). But you know how clumsy guys are while they're growing? Picturing doing ALL your growing at once. Yeah. I could fall over while standing still. I was way bigger than everyone else, way clumsier and had facial scars. The other kids called Frankenstein.

So I put up with a bunch of crap for a really long time until I decided that I wasn't going to take anymore. And I realized that the other guys looked clumsy now and I hadn't fallen in a while. Basically as soon as I decided "That's it! Screw all of this." one of my most persistent tormentors came around the corner of the hall and changed his course so he could run into me. He said "Out of the way, Frankenstein." and ran his shoulder into mine to try to knock my books out of my hands. I dropped the books, grabbed him, pivoted and lifted him up against the wall a few inches off the ground. I held him up there long enough for him to realize just how much stronger than him I was and said. "I don't like that name. The next person who calls me that, I'm going to come find you and beat you until I get tired. And I don't get tired." Then I dropped him and he ran off like a scalded cat. Later that day I heard him telling people not to call me that anymore.

It may be shallow. But terrifying my main bully into nearly wetting his pants is one of my top five best memories to this day. I rank it right behind the birth of my daughter.

Hah, the illiterate fools, Frankenstein is the scientist!

Glad you managed to get your bully that way, kinda wish I'd seen that happen :bassist:
 
so did the OP finally do?

i used to cop it when i was a trainee many years ago.....when i took up judo to keep fit, i smashed a few of em down and they stopped anoying me, when one of the leading hands used to drop lit cig butts down by shirt, i charged up a 415 volt cap and layed the terminals over his forearm when he was chatting to the manager with his hands on his hips, you should have seen him jump..lol he chased me all over, then tried it on me a day later,i told him lets party, no fear from me.. but it all died down, word got around not to mess with me ...

And the manager did nothing? Didn't even ask why this was happening?

BTW- 415V? Lightweight! I would have used something in the 600V range, maybe a multi-segment 50/50/50/100uF job.
 
Quoted for truth.

I try really hard to be a mellow kind of guy. Nowadays it doesn't take much effort and has mostly become my real personality. When I was younger I got picked on A LOT and would try to be as invisible as I could because for some reason in schools, if someone picks on you and you try to complain officially the way they tell you that you are supposed to, YOU end up in trouble.

I was run over by a tow truck when I was ten. I had a lot of facial damage and scarring. And the medications they gave me to hold down my intracranial pressure while I healed made me grow all at once. So by the time I turned twelve, I was about 5'11"-6" and around 240 lbs (175-180cm & 110 kg-ish BIG for a twelve year old). But you know how clumsy guys are while they're growing? Picturing doing ALL your growing at once. Yeah. I could fall over while standing still. I was way bigger than everyone else, way clumsier and had facial scars. The other kids called Frankenstein.

So I put up with a bunch of crap for a really long time until I decided that I wasn't going to take anymore. And I realized that the other guys looked clumsy now and I hadn't fallen in a while. Basically as soon as I decided "That's it! Screw all of this." one of my most persistent tormentors came around the corner of the hall and changed his course so he could run into me. He said "Out of the way, Frankenstein." and ran his shoulder into mine to try to knock my books out of my hands. I dropped the books, grabbed him, pivoted and lifted him up against the wall a few inches off the ground. I held him up there long enough for him to realize just how much stronger than him I was and said. "I don't like that name. The next person who calls me that, I'm going to come find you and beat you until I get tired. And I don't get tired." Then I dropped him and he ran off like a scalded cat. Later that day I heard him telling people not to call me that anymore.

It may be shallow. But terrifying my main bully into nearly wetting his pants is one of my top five best memories to this day. I rank it right behind the birth of my daughter.

Great story with a great outcome, I wasn't that lucky at school, my main bully had friends, big friends, so I got beat up a lot (for being overweight), in the end I just hid away in the library during breaks. I think all the bullying had an effect on my education.

I know for a fact that cause of the bullying it's made me paranoid about my weight over the years, I'm always trying to diet, even though my BMI is fine.

But anyway, there's still no graffiti yet, see what there is tonight.

I'm glad I'm on permanent nights now, I'm away from the verbal crap.

Thinking about it, it's no wonder I've become a recluse.