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Apparently I’ll never be safe.
So. I got sexually harassed by one of my tax clients yesterday.
He’s on disability and CRA (Canada’s IRS - less scary, still irritating) is jerking him around. He's “not going to file” to solve this issue (it won’t, but you can’t tell some people anything). CRA will probably just cut off his benefits if he doesn’t file, and as I’m a fucking fool with no sense of self preservation or foresight I offered to do his return for free.
So I’ve just agreed to do him a favour, and he starts calling me sweetheart. I’m don’t say anything, and I wish I had because it went allll downhill from there. I roll up to pick up his documents and he’s shitfaced. I don’t know what he was drinking, but I can’t get that sickeningly sweet smell out of my nose.
He starts trying to get me to “feel” his body parts that are “fucking jacked” now that he’s been working out. I’m visibly uncomfortable. He asks me to grab his ass. “No, thanks”
He asked me to come up to his apartment. I said that I was in a hurry to see other clients. He asked me to go out to dinner with him and I told him I had a partner and wasn’t interested (why did I have to mention my partner, isn’t ‘not interested’ enough)?
THEN he says, and I fucking quote “Well you could always come upstairs for a one hour romance.”
“....Nope, I’m not interested. I gotta go.”
“Oh come on, it’s just a sexual experience baby, that’s all it would be.”
*walking away dry heaving into my mask*
“Oh, ok, well thanks anyways!”
For the love of fuck, asshole. I do your fucking taxes. I had half a mind to leave his docs with him, but I am propelled forwards by this self-destructive sense of compassion for people who are simply not worthy of it.
Did I mention I have to go back to this fucker to get him to sign things?
Apparently I’ll never be safe.
So. I got sexually harassed by one of my tax clients yesterday.
He’s on disability and CRA (Canada’s IRS - less scary, still irritating) is jerking him around. He’s “not going to file” to solve this issue (it won’t, but you can’t tell some people anything). CRA will probably just cut off his benefits if he doesn’t file, and as I’m a fucking fool with no sense of self preservation or foresight I offered to do his return for free.
So I’ve just agreed to do him a favour, and he starts calling me sweetheart. I’m don’t say anything, and I wish I had because it went allll downhill from there. I roll up to pick up his documents and he’s shitfaced. I don’t know what he was drinking, but I can’t get that sickeningly sweet smell out of my nose.
He starts trying to get me to “feel” his body parts that are “fucking jacked” now that he’s been working out. I’m visibly uncomfortable. He asks me to grab his ass. “No, thanks”
He asked me to come up to his apartment. I said that I was in a hurry to see other clients. He asked me to go out to dinner with him and I told him I had a partner and wasn’t interested (why did I have to mention my partner, isn’t ‘not interested’ enough)?
THEN he says, and I fucking quote “Well you could always come upstairs for a one hour romance.”
“….Nope, I’m not interested. I gotta go.”
“Oh come on, it’s just a sexual experience baby, that’s all it would be.”
*walking away dry heaving into my mask*
“Oh, ok, well thanks anyways!”
For the love of fuck, asshole. I do your fucking taxes. I had half a mind to leave his docs with him, but I am propelled forwards by this self-destructive sense of compassion for people who are simply not worthy of it.
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