As time went by, Mr. L. became bolder in his touching, and Mrs. L. became more of an eagle eye, watching me as often as possible. I became more and more discouraged and just wanted a way out of the job. My dream was to return to California, get my own apartment and go to college. California had community colleges, and I realized if I were working I could attend a community college part time.
I told my Mother my idea, and she was absolutely against my leaving home. It seemed the only way she was going to allow me to leave was if I were to marry.
After a short time, when I arrived at work, Mrs. L. handed me the employment wanted section of the local paper. She told me what a wonderful PBX operator I was and that she had circled some job opportunities that might be good for me. I could see the handwriting on the wall.
Several days later, Mrs. L. gave me my walking papers. I was fired. I was never so glad to lose a job in my life.
I went home and informed my parents that I'd been fired. I had never confided to them that I was being sexually harassed. So when I told them that I had been fired, they both were angry at me and wanted to know why I was fired. I could only answer: "I don't know". My parents were not a bit happy with me. My job had lasted less than two months.