OK, here's a part of my past I'd rather forget:
I was a waiter at TGIFridays in '97-'98. I had worked there for a year when a new manager came on duty, I'm 5'10", he's 6'4" and the first day I worked with him he "choked" me to the point where I fell on my knees in front of him in a particularly unnerving way. He had a fairly creepy smile on his face while this was happening. This was a "joke" you see? It was supposed to somehow be funny. I was "lovingly" abused as a child (by a Chicago cop, no less), and I didn't appreciate the "joke". I told the General Manager about it, including my own abuse, as if he'd somehow understand. I was told that they'd keep an eye on it and if anything else happened with this manager, that I should let the GM know.
This manager continued to be an idiot, and completely inappropriate; but not in a way that would cost him his job.
A few months later I left TGIF to work at my first DOTcom, a short-lived PeaPod competitor called OnCart(later changed to ShoppersExpress). Within about 8 months they closed their doors for good and it was back to waiting tables... at Fridays(mental images of Chad Lowe giving you the finger are common)...
Within ONE week this old nemesis of mine, the manager "Jeff", came walking-up to me on a Saturday lunch. I was at the POS entering an order when he said "Hey Bobby, let me show you what's been going on since you've been gone" and proceeds to punch me in the nuts. In the middle of the restaurant, in the middle of lunch. (apparently punching each other in the nuts is a joke)
I immediately yelled "What the FUCK?!" and had to go into the bathroom to puke. I went to the doctor and had a fucking lump on my nuts from where he hit me. Considering the history, and his creepy closet issues, this was set to be the first male v male sexual harrasment suit in IL. I never followed through with the suit, but i should have.
I know I've omitted several points, making this less than cohesive; but what happened shouldn't have, and there should have been a court decision to compensate me for my loss (couldn't work there anymore).