Once upon my life, I interviewed for a job. I wasn't sure how the interview went. I waited at home for "the call."
A few days passed, and "the call" to report to work came.
The six week training session passed quickly.
The power wheeling females ripped newbies into groups. Sexual advances were showered on us, from them.
I ducked them, didn't I stand why the females were treating me, us, like fresh meat. This is work place bullied.
Mz.Manager wrote vile evaluations on me. Work left on my desk was found behind anything. Co-workers refused to answer work related questions.
When I tipped into the break-room, you could hear a feather drop.
It was clear to everyone that there was a problem. I was removed from the department, soon returned. The situation became worse.
There was no help for me there, or any hope of advancement.
I decided to apply for other jobs, and sent out over one hundred resumes. I received one response back: You're over-qualified.
Mz. Manager fired me, or I was retired.
It's some years later, and I'm still unemployed.
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The bullies had others believing that they were right, and I should be bullied.
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