Bullying in the workplace

We’ve talked a lot about the rapid increase in bullying in schools, but were you aware that more than 1 in 4 employees admit to feeling bullied in the workplace? Do you have a bully at your work? How have you learned to deal with him/her?

From Gayle King

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3 Responses to Bullying in the workplace

  1. Laura says:

    When I worked for the Scouts, I had my very own bully. He didn’t do it often, I think he really thought he was teasing, joking, etc. But some of his stuff really went a bit too far.

    First off, I knew that I was the only woman in an office full of guys. In a non-profit that caters to boys/men. So I knew that I had to wear my ‘boy panties’ to work. I knew that there’d be ‘guy jokes’ and the usual (or even more than the usual) “you can’t do that, you’re a woman” crap. And when you’re working in a business where one of the requirements is to camp with the men, you’d better be prepared. No pun intended.

    But I was not prepared to walk in to work after a week off with the flu (which was verified with a doctor’s release) to be congratulated by all of my volunteers because I was pregnant!!! Which I wasn’t. My coworker had taken it upon himself to tell people that. I also heard various stories about me getting a divorce… that my husband was having an affair… that he couldn’t handle me making more money than he did… all kinds of crap. And each and every rumor could be traced right back to the same person.

    So one day, I caught him in the back room, and blistered his ears something fierce. And then I threatened to call his wife and tell her all the crap that he’d been spreading about me. I never mentioned it to the bosses. I met him on his turf, and went toe-to-toe with him. He never bothered me again. And, in fact, treated me with a little bit more respect.

  2. SKL says:

    I was definitely bullied by some bosses in my previous job. I can’t say I handled it well. I was easily convinced that I was inferior, and easily scared due to financial insecurity. At some point I just decided that I was good enough and if I wasn’t, then nobody was. And I think that’s about when I quit taking crap from jerks – for the most part.

  3. Phyllis says:

    About 25 yrs ago I worked with a man who really thought being belligerent and intimidating was the way to handle his people. He also like to mispronounce people’s names, mine included. After 6 months I realized it totally bugged him when I sang to myself while I worked. I began to make sure he could hear me singing whenever he walked past (two can play at this game). And collectively the crew realized that he was very sensitive to fact that he was balding early. Sooooo, in the natural response to his harassing any of us all we needed to do was look at his head. This caused him to blush, begin stammering and walk away. Although he didn’t change. I took a lot of crap from his for roughly 1 yr (I worked with him for 5), then one evening after I had clocked out he made the mistake of starting with me. Long story short, I let him have both barrels (always make sure there are no witnesses to the conversation, making it a he said/she said situation which can’t be proven to be insubodination). End result was after listening to my very heated responses to his comments I politely asked if he was finished with his harassment (which I reminded him could be proven) and very calmly walked away. I didn’t have another problem with him for the next 4 yrs we worked together. When he was transferred, I shook his hand, wished him luck and said working with him had been “an experience”! And believe me…. it was!

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