I was sandblasting a pattern into some stone, too short for the machine, I was on my toes and my arms were pretty stuck in the armholes and gloves while operating it with my face glued to the screen for detail.
My male colleagues walked past for their break, after the first one slapped me on the arse, each one following did it as a joke. Must have been at least 8 or 10 of them. My yelling made no difference. I was dying inside as they all laughed and ate their lunch. I set an alarm for their break after that.
No point complaining to the lecherous boss or his jealous wife either. They made life difficult enough.
(9 years ago, ex employee of abusive company)
