And I can’t remember what life was like without them.
My world has revolved around workplace bullying for exactly two years. Back then I wasn’t sure if it was bullying. Everyone said he fancied me. I believed them at first – all those childish insults, impressions and his negative attention seeking. It didn’t take me long, however, to realise I was in trouble. I didn’t know what to do...
So I secretly began reading about workplace bullying.
As the bullying cranked up a notch, I felt something no one wants to feel at work - genuine fear. One day the guy would say sorry and make me laugh, the next he’d be back to scaring the living daylights out of me.
So I secretly began writing about workplace bullying.
As things got even worse, I lost control of the situation; ended up walking out and trying to take them to the Employment Tribunal. In the end, I signed a Compromise Agreement swearing me to confidentiality.
So I secretly began writing my anonymous book on workplace bullying.
My next blog will be my hundredth. I’ve written my book on workplace bullying. It feels like I’m at the crossroads. Is it a good place to stop or a good place to really begin? I know I’m going to continue on regardless.
So now I secretly wonder if I’ve gone a little bit nuts.
See you soon