soapbubble
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I’m 20M, 6'4", fit, and I’ve been told I’m handsome. Recently at work, I became close with a coworker (29F) who is from the same country as me. I see her strictly as an older sister/mentor figure—there was zero romantic vibe on my end. Because we share the same heritage, we would often speak our native language to each other.
1. The Language & The Coat
We were having a fluid conversation in our native language. Dave literally forced himself between us and snapped, "What language are you guys even talking?" We told him, but it created a 20-second awkward silence where he just stood there. He eventually left, but came back 5 minutes later to give me a "parental" command: "Zip up your coat so customers don't ask you questions." I zipped it but stayed put. He then looked at the girl and said, "I’m just helping this guy out," and walked away laughing.
The Breakroom Meltdown (The Ego Injury) I was in the same room when word got back to Dave that the girl (29F) told someone he was "too loud." He absolutely lost it. In the breakroom, he kept shouting "I don't give a f*!" while a coworker was trying to talk to him. He then turned to his friend and said about the girl, "Bitch, I didn't even like you anyway."
3. The Physical Status Checks (Height & Clothes)
The Height "Joke": I asked him to help move a TV, and he said, "I thought you were the taller one," then claimed it was a joke when I didn't say anything.
The Comparison: Later, in a group, a coworker mentioned our heights were similar. Dave immediately barked, "I'm the tallest in the room."
The Dress Code: He grilled me on why I was wearing sweatpants, trying to play "hall monitor" even though the manager had already approved them. I said it to him
The Laptop Confrontation The most aggressive moment happened while I was putting laptops on an upper shelf for accessibility. He shouted my name and barked, "WHAT'S THIS!" When I explained my reasoning, he snapped, "I don't give a f*, put it [where I told you]!" Instead of arguing, I just gave him a long, silent stare. He got visibly flustered by the lack of reaction and immediately started backtracking, saying, "Okay, just don't push them too far back."
Over this past weekend, I decided I’d had enough of the toxic environment and quit. I found out today that the girl (29F) also quit over the same weekend. Neither of us knew the other was planning to leave.
1. The Language & The Coat
We were having a fluid conversation in our native language. Dave literally forced himself between us and snapped, "What language are you guys even talking?" We told him, but it created a 20-second awkward silence where he just stood there. He eventually left, but came back 5 minutes later to give me a "parental" command: "Zip up your coat so customers don't ask you questions." I zipped it but stayed put. He then looked at the girl and said, "I’m just helping this guy out," and walked away laughing.
The Breakroom Meltdown (The Ego Injury) I was in the same room when word got back to Dave that the girl (29F) told someone he was "too loud." He absolutely lost it. In the breakroom, he kept shouting "I don't give a f*!" while a coworker was trying to talk to him. He then turned to his friend and said about the girl, "Bitch, I didn't even like you anyway."
3. The Physical Status Checks (Height & Clothes)
The Height "Joke": I asked him to help move a TV, and he said, "I thought you were the taller one," then claimed it was a joke when I didn't say anything.
The Comparison: Later, in a group, a coworker mentioned our heights were similar. Dave immediately barked, "I'm the tallest in the room."
The Dress Code: He grilled me on why I was wearing sweatpants, trying to play "hall monitor" even though the manager had already approved them. I said it to him
The Laptop Confrontation The most aggressive moment happened while I was putting laptops on an upper shelf for accessibility. He shouted my name and barked, "WHAT'S THIS!" When I explained my reasoning, he snapped, "I don't give a f*, put it [where I told you]!" Instead of arguing, I just gave him a long, silent stare. He got visibly flustered by the lack of reaction and immediately started backtracking, saying, "Okay, just don't push them too far back."
Over this past weekend, I decided I’d had enough of the toxic environment and quit. I found out today that the girl (29F) also quit over the same weekend. Neither of us knew the other was planning to leave.
