I was sexually harassed by my direct manager when I worked at a car dealership. Surprise, Surprise! 20 year old girl surrounded by men gets sexually harassed! I was surprised that the sexual harassment was from my direct manager, though. I snitched to HR. He ended up getting fired, but I’m pretty sure it had more to do with his suckage as a manager than his harassing me.
That’s not what I came in here to share, though. I’m here to share the story of the hellacious bitch I discussed in this thread. The only word that describes her better than “bully” is “cunt.” She deliberately makes your job harder once she decides she doesn’t like you, and her reasons for not liking you are far beyond me, considering two of her victims are some of the sweetest people I’ve met, one of them has no personality at all, so I can’t imagine how she can offend anyone, one is nice until provoked, and the other [del]is[/del] was me. She’s screamed in multiple people’s faces, two of whom were reduced to tears. A colleague of mine theorizes the woman is bitter, and doesn’t take well to young women (25-35, she’s around 50) telling her what to do, and points out that all of her victims have been young women. My theory is she’s a cunt.
I’ll skip the gory details of each occurrence, but suffice to say that she frequently enough goes out of her way to make your job difficult, and is unprofessionally hostile, that it was not hard for me to maintain a list of specific incidents. One day there was an epic clusterfuck that set me over the edge. It was such a spectacular display of “Watch Me Use The One Little Bit of Power I Have in My Shitty Job to Ruin Your Day,” coupled with yelling at me, slamming files on my desk and pointing her fat fucking fingers in my face (yes, the bitch pointed her fingers at my face while screaming at me), that fighting my temptation to punch her in the throat was barely containable. After the dust-up, I walked into my manager’s office, mad as all hell, with list of offenses on hand and declared “This shit stops today.” My manager went and did manager stuff, and it was supposed to stop, but the next day, the woman returned to discuss some follow-up items in full on bitch mode. After she was done, I didn’t even answer her questions. I said “Please explain why it’s acceptable to speak to me that way.” She fumbled around with her words, offered up some bullshit about being frustrated, and I repeated, “That’s fine. Please explain why it is acceptable to speak to me that way.” Of course, she had nothing, and stomped off. She’s seriously 12 years old.
So I went back to my manager and said, “That shit was supposed to stop yesterday. Why is it continuing?” I explained that I don’t wish to go to some HR bullshit, or sensitivity training, or team-building crap. I don’t need her to like me, I don’t even need her to be nice to me; I need her to stop making it impossible for me to do my job. So it ends up getting escalated to the gods, which is a shame, because my complaint boiled down to “Don’t let your cuntiness get in the way of me doing my job,” and she was eventually strong-armed into giving some BS apology. She tried to work in her feelings, and rehash the specifics of each deal, and I wasn’t interested in any of it. What I needed to end were her efforts to prevent me from getting my work done to stop, and for the childish disrespect to stop. She reeled, as though she were honestly taken aback that I mentioned the disrespect would have to end as well. What disrespect? I said, “You yelled in my face,” and she tried to tell me she was so overwrought with emotion that she didn’t recall doing so. “Well do you remember pointing your fingers in my face?” I asked her. Of course not. Bullshit, yes she does, she’s done it before to other people.
So after the epic clusterfuck and the forced apology, it’s been night and day working with her. Everything I need from her gets done quickly, she has now refamiliarized herself with basic, professional courtesy, and everyone gets their jobs done. She’s still a bitch, and I’m almost certain that she still doesn’t like me, but that’s irrelevant. We’re all grown ups here, we don’t have to like each other, but we need to work together. She still bullies other people, but not me.
So that was my encounter with bullying. Sorry for the ramblingness.