Have you ever been the subject of a ‘mobbing’, A. K. A workplace bullying?
Almost a week has passed since I was marched by the ear into the bosses office and had my pants pulled down (not literally) in front of 5 ‘superiors’ for making an ‘error’.
The error in question was my failure to prepare something which was sent to me at 6am via Facebook messanger.
I opened the message and read the first line, which stated, ‘IF you are in tomorrow morning could you please do the following…’
I wasn’t due in the next morning so responded and stated that I was not. All was well. I received an ‘OK mate’. End of story.
If only that were the conclusion.
One self-defence meeting, one letter of warning for attitude, several do’s and don’ts, one response to the letter of warning and several unfairly and unjustly issued tasks later and here we are.
In the past week I’ve been told I cannot put my thumb up at the boss as “I’m not your friend”, I’ve been constantly watched like a hawk and been made to feel uneasy doing my job, I’ve lost sleep, lost weight, and I feel anxious.
I’ve been handed menial tasks, I’ve been asked to tell people what I’m doing at each moment of the day, I’ve been forced to wear plasters over tattoos which had previously been acceptable for the past year.
And today I’m still paying the price.
After two hours of ‘looking busy’ I presented the result of my aimless labour. Two minutes later, upon joining in to have a natter with 4 colleagues who were all sat around laughing I was targeted again.
One whisper in the ear of our ‘monitor’ from back office staff, one cocky saunter toward myself, and low and behold I was singled out once more to “help with a task”.
The task: not helping anyone with anything. Just single handedly peeling the price stickers from the back of hundreds of course manuals.
I’m not sure what do to, or what to say, or who to ask. Here in Italy, it appears as though anything goes. The natives seem to accept bending over to the boss, even if they are not in the wrong. I refuse!
For being me and for being nice, today I had to pay the price, I peeled once; I peeled thrice.
By trying to push your weight on me, I’m sure that in turn you’ll see, I won’t let you take the pee.
Any advice would be much appreciated.