Please refrain from the following:
Yelling at me. English is my first language, and I am in complete control of my mental faculties. If you speak to me and let me know what’s expected, I got ya. There is no need to scream, holler, or berate me. You are beginning to piss me off. I am keeping my peace because, unfortunately, I am not independently wealthy and cannot quit. Though you are making my joining “Team Target,” more and more of a realistic possibility.
Making sexual advances. I am married. So are you. Even if the preceeding statements weren’t true – it aint happening. Let it go. I don’t find you cute, attractive, or in any way appealing. Some days I don’t have energy for my husband – the man I pledged myself to almost nine years ago – so there is no way that I’m squeezing you in on my “to do” list.
Making stupid ass racial remarks. I hate cursing. Really. But your dumb ass statements about my “muslim hair,” my “pot smoking habit,” and your “not noticing my tan” when I got back from vacation? Not funny. At all. I can’t believe you’ve made it to middle age, are well established in your career, and don’t know better. So, I’ve got to assume that you do know better and just don’t give a damn. I’m not going to turn you in. Today. But someone will. Better stop before it gets to that point.
There’s more. But I’m at work, and you might pop up at any minute. Peace.