Ever since the harassment training, folks at the office have been challenged to phrase compliments in an acceptable manner. It’s become somewhat of a joke, but with the awareness that it can be serious business.
In the middle of the workweek, the top dog of the company caught me expressing my displeasure at having so many restrictions when he walked past me blurting out “WHAT-EVER” in my this-is-so-stupid tone. This came immediately after explaining what that were allowed to tell someone that we liked their shirt but not that it looked good on them. My BAD!
At the risk of repeating myself, let me just say: If I look like crap, please TELL ME. If I look good, PLEASE tell me.
The idea of how you phrase something, paired with how you say it was also a part of this training. I thought back on this while out on today’s cycling adventure. I was about 20 miles away from home when two cyclists came up from behind. They slowed for a minute to exchanged greetings. Then, as they were moving on, one slyly said, “Niiiice bike” as he took one final glance in the direction of my ? Back wheel? Seat? Ass? I smiled and said, “Thanks” as they rode away.
To tell you the truth, I hope it was my hind quarters they were complimenting. I’ve been putting in a lot (by my books) time in the saddle. I want to reep ALL the rewards of my hard work – including the beautiful legs and tush that many cyclists seem to have. It’s true. One person’s harassment is another person’s compliment. What’s bad is good…as long as they keep on riding.