Antiwork

I worked in lower Manhattan on 9/11/01. I saw the Twin Towers crash and burn. Due to the location of my office (small publishing house) I was unable to go to work the following week. There were circles of police barricades marking zones of accessibility. My office was in an inner zone, no access. When I finally got back to work I found out I'd been docked pay for the days I'd missed. I was, according to my boss, still required to come to work, ostensibly avoiding those same police barricades and potential arrest after a national tragedy. Over the years I've decided that the delineation between 'worker' and 'manager' creates a schism in the brain of the manager who, in addition to a different workload, has a corporate title of approval to honor, justify and defend. The ability to punish workers, nevermind the ability to fire workers who have…

I’m a straight, very happily married man. My coworker, we’ll call Jake, is recently divorced. He’s a bit of a goofball, but I’ve never really had any ill will towards him in the 8 years we’ve worked together. Anyway, other day I’m chatting with a coworker, and Jake walks by, plucks at my shirt, and makes a weird noise and says “looking good”. Okay. Whatever. Guys have been making passes at me and hitting on me my whole life. It’s whatever. I’ve been sexually assaulted by some guys in the past. Anyway, when Jake comes back by, he rubs his whole body against me, as if we are in a very tight corridor, and made another weird noise. There was a whole room he could’ve moved in but decided he needed to rub up against me like that. I snapped and said “What’s your problem dude? Are you cruising? What’s…