Ten minutes ago he called me over to his desk to show me a picture of a woman out of one of our offices in Germany that he works with. Because he’s apparently stalking her on LinkedIn? Because he’s around 60, so that’s all he knows. (Side note: he’s obviously being really productive today) And! He follows up with the comment “Now I know why you like going to Germany so much.” Which, what? Then, just now as I’m washing my hands at a sink, he walks over, reiterates how attractive he thinks that woman is, and points at his wedding ring, making the comment “This is the only thing that would keep me in line.”
It took a supreme force of will not to just start yelling “No, your shitty personality would keep you in line, because I cannot believe there are any humans in existence that would voluntarily spend time with you!”
On top of all the very obvious reasons why this is creepy, wrong, unprofessional, disgusting, etc, there are a couple other things that make this whole situation even more weird.
1) We are not friends. I cannot stand to even be in the same general vicinity as Al. I do not make this a secret. I put up with him because I am paid to work in the same building. That’s about it. Why he would call me over and act like we’re buddies with something so weird is beyond me.
2) In all of the interactions we’ve had over the last four years of working together what the fuck could have possibly given him the idea that ogling some unfortunate woman’s LinkedIn profile picture with him, and then talking about it, is a thing that I would possibly have any desire to take part in?
Just, yuck. I feel dirty for even having been unwillingly involved in this. I need to go home and shower.