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lets call you mr a******...

 

Devil wears prada


Things were falling into place. I had put out to the universe that it was time for a new job, had gone for a couple of interviews, things were looking up - then out of the blue i received a call with an offer that i could not refuse - I had been head hunted and basically asked "what do i need to do to get you on our team?" my ego and self confidence went up a few notches that day. 

Notice provided at my job, handover completed now onto the next chapter or my working career. This was going to be great! The new workplace and boss came across, understanding, excited in what i could bring to the table and i was looking foward to the challenge of sinking my teeth into something new and sharing a bit of "Cheryl". 

The instructions were quite simple - ascertain where the gaps are in the business - make reccomendations of changes that need to happen and make them happen.

Shamefully i had also been enticed by the tittle of my role and the flashy cars that all the executives were driving around, the promise of complete felixibility for working mums and the hope to increase the pay packet even more.

If something sounds too good to be true... it is!

I learnt this the very hard way. The happy environment where i had hoped to thrive and grow  in my role, turned quickly into a living nightmare. 

I observed some of the nastiest behaviour that i had ever come accross - sabotage, lying, deceit, belitting and major bullying and a delight in watching the downfall of other people. 

I tried to do the "head down, bum up" approach but when Mr a****** ( you can fill in the blanks with what you feel appropriate, asshole comes to mind for me ) started to directly affect my day by doing the above, i turned into a bit of a mess. 

My hair started to fall out, chain smoking commenced, and I started to get panic attacks every morning when i drove into that driveway thinking " i really don't want to be here". " This job is not worth it" i told myself one day. I needed to get out. 

One night back at home after another horrendous day, Steve just pointed out the obvoius, "just quit babe, no job is worth this, you're a mess, this is not good for us or for you."

So i did. And found another job within a week. 

Bullying in the workplace sucks big time. No one should ever be put in a situation where they feel cornered, not heard, defamed. The hardest thing would be feeling like there is no other option - talk to your family, your friends about how you are going,  start applying for different jobs if you can, do whatever you can do to protect your "mind" to bide you over till you can either get things addressed or can move on. 

If you need some tips/ideas or some help understanding your rights in your workplace, below are some handy links:

Angels Goal

Fairwork

or if you just need to chat to someone and dont know where to turn to Life Line are open 24 hours a day.

I wasn't at that job for a very long time, but i did take away some lessons that i will take with me forever. I learnt how to NOT conduct yourself with other people. I learnt that having money doesn't mean that you are always right. I learnt that people work harder and are loyal to you if you treat them with respect. 

So thank you Mr A****** for sharing with me the exact opposite way that i want to be in my life.

 

oxoxxo

 

 

 

 

 

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