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Angedesoleil
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On the job touching v. Hugging.
I ** ask** if I may hug. Always. Even and especially if it is a student. I never get the same respect.
I have no problems telling someone I do not want to be touched. I especially don't like to be touched if I'm upset. I dont know why. It sets off every alarm I have. Whether I'm distressed or angry, there is ONE PERSON in the world who is allowed to touch me when I'm upset. It changes who it is dependent upon life, but that person is **my Person**.
Everyone else, I just dont want to be touched TYVM.
I used to work in a professional kitchen. The worst physical discomfort from touching happened in culinary school and in the kitchen. The men didn't want us there and decided whatever we got for encroaching on their " territory" we deserved.
I've had a chef instructor comment on my jacket with an unfortunate chocolate smudge ( I'm 5'2 like Fara so my chest hit bench height) that " some guys may like that but try to keep your tits out of the chocolate in this kitchen.


I was mortified.
Different chef made a comment about a colleague and I in the refrigerator.
In a professional kitchen I leaned down to get something and had a chef throw his apron over my head and tell me while I was down there I might as well do something useful. I moved out of that kitchen a week later. I was the first female to get OUT of the prep kitchen and onto the line. The chef's only compliment to me was " well name, you made it six months. I thought after a week you'd come crying begging me to put you back in prep. You proved me wrong. " ... thanks.
This is a chef and a kitchen if I said the name of at least 70% of people would know who it was.
My current pet peeve... what someone else said... adjusting my clothes. It sends me up a wall. DONT TOUCH ME without asking. Guh.
I ** ask** if I may hug. Always. Even and especially if it is a student. I never get the same respect.
I have no problems telling someone I do not want to be touched. I especially don't like to be touched if I'm upset. I dont know why. It sets off every alarm I have. Whether I'm distressed or angry, there is ONE PERSON in the world who is allowed to touch me when I'm upset. It changes who it is dependent upon life, but that person is **my Person**.
Everyone else, I just dont want to be touched TYVM.
I used to work in a professional kitchen. The worst physical discomfort from touching happened in culinary school and in the kitchen. The men didn't want us there and decided whatever we got for encroaching on their " territory" we deserved.
I've had a chef instructor comment on my jacket with an unfortunate chocolate smudge ( I'm 5'2 like Fara so my chest hit bench height) that " some guys may like that but try to keep your tits out of the chocolate in this kitchen.
I was mortified.
Different chef made a comment about a colleague and I in the refrigerator.
In a professional kitchen I leaned down to get something and had a chef throw his apron over my head and tell me while I was down there I might as well do something useful. I moved out of that kitchen a week later. I was the first female to get OUT of the prep kitchen and onto the line. The chef's only compliment to me was " well name, you made it six months. I thought after a week you'd come crying begging me to put you back in prep. You proved me wrong. " ... thanks.
This is a chef and a kitchen if I said the name of at least 70% of people would know who it was.
My current pet peeve... what someone else said... adjusting my clothes. It sends me up a wall. DONT TOUCH ME without asking. Guh.
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