I work at a warehouse I’m a clerk and my coworker is in maintenance.
The first time I noticed this maintenance guy he was bringing weights from his locker onto the floor and was doing a full on workout. I asked my supervisor if he was allowed to be doing that because I was honestly shocked and she said yes! As long as the maintenance personnel are near their assigned machine they can do whatever. I bring this up because this is my first impression of him. He’s always stretching in front of the machines my coworker says it’s all performative.
Fast forward a few weeks he approaches me to make fun of my shoes. I wear platform leather shoes. He asked me if they were uncomfortable and heavy. I told him no that I broke them in. He called them bricks and compared them to ankle weights. I honestly found that annoying like he was negging me. But I brushed it off. I told my coworker I tell him everything, I’ve learned it’s best to tell someone you trust when someone says something weird because they’ll most likely do it again.
Then one day a few weeks later me and few of my coworkers were operating a machine. The machine turned off needing repairs so I started scrolling on Amazon. I have a headphone in and next thing I know everyone’s shouting my name, this maintenance man is at the top of the machine trying to get my attention. He then explained that because nobody was sitting at a specific spot it was causing the machine to jam. I then I had to signal at my coworker to move to that spot because it requires typing and at the time I didn’t know how to operate it. What threw me off was i was the only one looking down and he picked me to tell all of this. When my coworkers were alert. He then proceeded to approach me and tell me his name. And ask for mine. He didn’t stop there he continued “you don’t have a nickname, because I go by a nickname.” I gave my other coworker a glance because I was getting annoyed. I hate being singled out and I was already getting weird vibes from him since he made fun of my shoes.
A few weeks later he asks me if I have a pen. I told him I do and if it’s okay that’s it’s red. He then proceeded to use it and when he was giving me back the pen he asked me if I like my gloves. I explained to him I do and I don’t use typical slim gloves I use like gardening gloves because I hate that the thinner gloves leak dirt and your finger nails get dirty. I’ve got in the habit of explaining because he’s not the first person to ask. He then explained to me that there are free gloves in the supervisor office and I shouldn’t be paying for my own gloves. I did thank him because nobody told me about the nicer gloves only the latex ones. There was a slight awkward interaction because when he was handing me the pen I accidentally grabbed the tip of his walkie talkie. He then came up to me a few minutes later to give me a pair of free gloves and attempted to give me a box of latex gloves. I accepted the gloves but denied the box as I do have gloves at home.
Then the next week I’m walking to my assigned machine and he’s walking towards his area and he stops me to ask me how I get my face so shinny. I then proceeded to explain to him that I use sunscreen. And then he starts talking about his moisturizer. I told him that was nice and then proceeded to walk to my machine.
Then my coworker tells me the maintenance guy asked him if we’re related. We’re both the same race/ethnicity but we do not look alike. My coworker told me and was like “I now know what you mean that he’s weird” why are you asking my friends questions about me.
Then the next day while I was heading to clock in he asks me if I ride a bike and that he saw me riding a bike and that he wanted to give me a ride. I told him I would talk to him later because I needed to clock in. Now I feel like I’m being watched. A few hours passed and he comes up to me sitting on the stairs of my position of the machine so no one can really see him there talking to me and tells me when and what time he saw me riding the bike. He then proceeded to tell me I should’ve been on a bike path street not on the busy street. And that he thought about stopping but didn’t.
I feel like everytime he comes up to me he’s criticizing me for something. My face, my gloves, my shoes, my name, the way I ride a bike. I’m literally anxious on what he’ll bother next. I try and keep my answers short and I don’t even acknowledge him outside of our conversations. I don’t really care why he’s doing it I’m not interested in people at my job.
(Ignore spelling/grammar errors will correct when I get home.)!