(edit: Bold emphasis mine.)
Based on that alone a trip to his supervisor's office or HR was warranted.
It's called "professionalism".
Nah Sparky, no telling where that would lead to, soon people would be hauling each other into HR complaining about someones tattoos.
Besides, that kid once grabbed me before I got run over by a fork truck coming around a blind corner.
Some of the youngsters I have worked with who have limited English skills have little idea what is and what is not appropriate for working in a low paying grunt job. Should I care what the guy pumping out my septic tank is wearing ?
How to explain to a New American, legal or not why they are offending someone with their choice of clothing when they see these very same shirts being worn by American kids their age.? If American parents are not offended by the clothing, who am I a complete stranger to jack them up.?
At least the kid did not grab his crotch, and tell me to "eat this" as some cultures have been known to do. First time I saw that happen I laughed so hard I had to sit down.
You have a nice clean desk job, you work with others that have education and a sense of impotence. Same as when I was in Nursing, every thing cut and dried. There was a standard to uphold, reputations and lives on the line.
5 years working with people that were rough and tumble people, lagging in the holes of ships of war, I learned one must get in there and do the job as as well as any man. no room for bitching about the red lead in my hair, No fear of climbing down ladders that were 30 foot high or more, forget about the damage done to nails or trying to breath with a respirator doing AB removal.
Those were fun days, I learned to think like the men, drink like the men, and I had pride in my work.
The last 21 years I have worked in an environment of people that spoke 5 different languages, came out of the hell holes of the earth.
I have no regrets about leaving the world of order and professionalism, never made as much money had I stayed------But it has been a Hell of a ride for me.
It was not the money I was interested in it was the excitement of learning from everyone I met. All so different and strange to me.
Now as I get old and have been forced to retire due to medical problems, I miss those days of never knowing what comes next.
There has never been a time in my adult life that I have ever expected my boss to pamper me, keep me from being insulted or do anything but give me a pay check.
No way would outside of rape go to HR for anydamn thing but to check on my own personal finances.
I have learned that the very person that gives me the most trouble may be the first person to give me CPR or come to my aid in a time of need.
