I work in the billing department of an automobile dealership in the upper Midwest. One of my colleagues, a man I’ll call Ernie, constantly refers to me as “Cupcake,” something which I think is demeaning and degrading to me, especially since I just got my CPA. I told Ernie a couple of times to knock it off, but all he ever says is, “Lighten up, kid.”
Ernie is old enough to be my grandfather, and I suppose I have to be tolerant of the behavior of a different generation. The guy is—let’s face it—an uncouth slob. I can’t tell you how much it sickens me to watch him licking the peanut butter off his knife as he makes his lunch every day. To top it off, he burps after every bite.chop! chop! read more!