If you’re a regular reader, you’ll know that a couple of weeks ago the one year anniversary of leaving my old job passed by. Cue a strange life-crisis where I developed an overwhelming urge for a make-over. I wanted to be a new person; myself, but better. I wanted to emerge butterfly like, from the cocoon of past employment hurts.
The minute I’d got over my throat infection – I got busy.
First I booked a deep facial. The idea was that my skin would be glowing. My eyes watered as my face was chemically exfoliated. I had no idea that these things were so painful. I’d been warned of a small amount of sensitivity – only to feel like I was getting second degree burns. It didn’t look as bad as it felt, but that wasn’t much consolation.
The second thing I planned was to get back in shape. I aimed to be toned in ten days. I booked back to back classes; boot-camp, sprinting and kettle-bell classes. Now I’m walking like an old lady because my quads are so tight. Climbing stairs is a nightmare. My arms and legs are bruised from the extra martial arts classes I signed up for. My right shin caught my partner’s elbow twice, resulting in egg shaped lumps.
The third element was the most exciting. I decided to really splash out and have my teeth whitened; a real affirmation that I would have more to smile about from now on.
The dentist said it was pretty simple. He gave me the trays, syringes, and it all came packaged in a stylish black and white gift bag. I was sold. Or I was until I took the 20% bleach solution, applied it to the trays and stuck them in my mouth last night. Every nerve in my teeth pinged and twitched. An electric current surged through my canines and molars. And I was supposed to sleep with them in? For two to three weeks? Sleep? Are you kidding? I got around 45 minutes in all. I lay there longing for the morning and telling myself over and over it would be worth it in the end.
Who’d have thought that in trying to put sensitive matters behind me, I’d need quite as much Witch Hazel and Sensodyne toothpaste?
- Bullied By The Boss
- Welcome to my blog. My pen name is Eva James. I'm an aspiring writer paying the bills working as a legal secretary. Relentlessly bullied by my former boss, I looked for another job but the recession hit. Feeling trapped, I recorded everything in this blog, which serves as a revealing insight into workplace bullying. WEEK 1 starts the story and, as the weeks progress, you'll note what starts as banter soon spirals out of control. Sadly, it's all true. Whilst along the way I've found alternative employment, my passion for blogging about workplace bullying remains. Trevor Griffiths, legendary theatre, TV and film writer said at the outset, "I like the writing a lot: smart, cool, placed. If you were prepared/able to take your prick of a boss on, you'd marmelise him."