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Bullying - It Isn't Just At School

July 24th 2009 04:15
With the rise in news coverage of School Yard Bullying comes the increasing awareness that the bullying we were subject to at school back in the 70s and 80s was as rampant, but just not so labeled.

I was bullied at school.

Name calling, teasing, being picked on because I had holes in my clothes and shoes.
My family name was not one that a girl could live with, and even my older brother copped a heavy dose of bullying.
But it was different for me, because I was a girl - and that difference I point out because we girls weren't to get involved in physical altercations to settle our differences.


Sure - the bullying of today is beyond bullying and in many cases is out and out violence, where students gang up on singled-out individuals and beat the crap out of them.

But the bullying - the mental harrassment, the teasing, the pushing and shoving, the belittling and jibing - that doesn't stop just because you leave school.

I found I was subject to bullying right through my very troubled career.

My first boss in the hospitality industry made a point of singling me out, criticising every little thing I did, finding fault where fault did not exist (certainly, others were not receiving those same criticisms), and calling me into the office to criticise my attitude...

I was under increasing stress, other staff noticed her continual picking on me, but there was nothing to be done.

She made it so that her manager and the CEO of the location we worked in disliked me and I was not offered a role when my apprenticeship came to an end.
In fact, I was barely acknowledged for my 4 years of consistent hard work and a few years later when my path crossed first with the manager and then later on with the CEO, they were both rude to me. For no reason.


Then I worked in the health industry, and I was shunned there, too. But, perhaps less picked on.
It was when I went to work in the insurance industry that my world collapsed under the pressure of bullying.
My first role in a call centre saw my immediate manager target me and find fault with EVERY thing about me, my personality and attitude.
I had relocated more than 1000km to take the role and my commitment to the role was severely questioned. Like, as if I wanted to jeopardise my first job in a strange city. Hardly.
Yet, she persisted, till one of my team members called her aside and told her to leave off, that she was making it personal.
I kept my job, only to find that another manager in the same call centre developed a serious dislike of me - again, without my knowing what fault I had been guilty of. Nothing was ever brought to my attention, just he would openly criticise me on personal levels in front my team and ensure I was made aware that he was watching me.
It was, again, clear to others that he had a serious issue with me, but because he was not my direct manager he couldn't directly influence what happened to me.

Then I moved on to insurance claims.
I was well tolerated in the role, except after about 12 months when I vocally objected to the pornographic images being openly flaunted on my boss's PC. I was disgusted with what he was indulging, and while legislation may have been on my side, my attitude apparently wasn't. I decided to move on, and I encountered one of the worst cases of work place bullying.
I was in a claims role for a general insurer - the place must have been questionable to work in, because no sooner did my manager interview and hire me, then he left telling me he hated the place and specifically the Managing Director.
Well, it only got worse because the replacement manager they brought in on a temporary basis was a previous manager who had been on leave. She was an agressive and cold type, and you guessed it, before long my attitude and work were called in to question.
She would pick up my files and after adding her notes to a post it note stuck to the front of the file, she would walk past my desk and literally slam it down on my desk, without a word to me and then saunter off.
I had no idea what it was I had apparently done to upset her.
I learned that it was something to do with me swearing under my breath about the pathetic incompetence I encountered in relation to my work - some claimant or professional failed to do their job, and apparently in the frustration of it, I swore under my breath.

It was not directed at anyone, and it was not a regular occurence.
But, I came under her wrath and was regularly called into the Managing Director's office who threatened my job if I didn't change my attitude.
How's this, though... it was me who had to call my manager aside and ask if she had time for a chat, so that I could find out what the problem was, and it was me who had to take the mature position of saying I was holding out the Olive Branch to settle whatever the challenge was.
Not her. Not from the manager... just me.
And it was not well received.
I left.
Thankfully.
So I thought.
Because next thing you know I am subject to it all over again.
Claims assessing, my manager hired me and then left the company.
My new manager seemed very good, and our team went through a restructure.
I was new to the type of assessing, yet picked it up very quickly and competently.
Then a new girl was brought into our team from one of the other departments.
I was going through an extremely difficult personal challenge and did my best not to bring it to the work place. I was simply very quiet and some staff said they didn't know if they could talk with me.
I chose to tell my manager the details of the very personal matter, so that he would understand I was indeed going through a very difficult time and that there was nothing personal about my quietness or keeping to myself.
I brought to the manager's attention also how the new girl had purposefully isolated me from the rest of the team, by taking the other girls for coffee and going to lunch with them and never telling me. I was left answering phones because noone was at their desks.
Apparently raising this with the manager was part of my undoing because I didn't realise how in-thick with this girl he was.
She became more belligerent and picked on me in meetings, finding fault with my comments, challenging me on any little point, and generally finding ways to undermine me in the team.
This, coming from a girl who spent 4 hrs of a working day making private phone calls to deal with family holidays and her house being built, while having arguments with her husband over the phone and then daring to tell a client - when he could get through on the phone - that she was busy and didn't have time to look at his file.
Her work was weeks behind, and in spite of my extreme personal difficulties, my work was in exemplary up to date condition, weeks ahead of schedule.
My manager soon sided with her on more and more issues, and I called him out on it in a meeting.
He halted the meeting to go complain to his manager, and from that day forward he literally behaved like a little spoiled child - sitting not more than a metre away from me yet ignoring me, never speaking with me, being rude to me when he did, disregarding me when I asked for help with my work, and all round being a totally arrogant immature pig.

I felt I had no choice but to resign. Between my manager and the new girl, I felt I was singled out for bullying. I was never counselled on the issue that got him so upset in the meeting. I was never offered HR support (didn't even know I was entitled to it), and received no other support in relation to the way my manager treated me. I left, one day earlier than my notice period and he made sure my pay was docked.
I went to another insurance company to work in claims, and it was a very different policy, not one I had real experience in. Then I learned after the interview who my manager was to be... and I knew I was in for a hard time. He had been the manager at the previous company I just left, and more importantly, manager of the new girl who joined the team I had just left.

He had it in for me from the start. He found fault with every thing I did and said.
The role was 'sugar coated' - no one told me I was to clear a 6wk backlog. How was I to proficiently do this when they hired me knowing I didn't have current working knowledge of that policy type? I would naturally need my probation period to get up to speed.
NO... I was wrong apparently.
I was given a portfolio split (a-k, l-m) and the L-M was mine. So, I busied myself trying to learn about the claims, the claimants, the policies, and how to action all the backlog. Less than a few weeks later, my manager apparently decided to swap portfolios so I ended up with the A-K group.... and a whole new learning curve... then he went through and found several of the L-M claims and pulled me aside, threw them - literally - on the desk and rudely accused me of failing to do my job. He did this on a couple of occasions so he was justified in giving me verbal warnings. I had no idea what it was I was supposed to have done wrong. Until he let something slip - that he was in conversation with my previous manager. Well, of course he probably would be given he used to work in the company. But that wasn't what he meant. He implied heavily that he had been talking with my previous manager about me.
And less than 10 days before my probation period was up, I was fired.

No reason.
Ironically, his manager had to be in the meeting also, and it was the first time I was even aware that his manager knew there were any "issues" being raised about me. No-one came to see me or talk to me for my side of the story.

I was just singled out by immature bullying bosses. If I was at fault I gladly would have accepted responsibility for any thing I had said or done, but to be picked on just because my personality is different and because I am not like every other person is no less an experience of bullying than any school yard experience.

And I have been unemployable in the insurance industry since.
Why?
Because I couldn't obtain references from either of the three companies I had worked in... all because the managers were bullies.

And now I am close to ending my life because bullying doesn't just end when you leave school.
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Lessons from the Secret Millionaire

January 7th 2009 23:14
The Secret Millionaire is a 'reality' TV program that follows 10 days in the life of a Millionaire in the UK.
For those of you who haven't watched it, the basic premise is that a wealthy person has decided he or she wants to give something back to the community.
These millionaires effectively give up their wealthy lifestyle for a 9 day period (on day 10 they reveal their mission to their recipients).
During the 10 days of each episode, the Millionaires return to poor suburbs or communities under the guise of filming a documentary of some kind which enables the millionaires to film while on their secret mission.

They seek out people who in their minds are deserving of a financial break - these may be individuals, or community groups, or projects within the community.

The millionaires forego the trappings of wealth, live in the poor communities and ride the emotional rollercoaster of connecting with the people facing tough times.

I've shed a few tears during the few episodes I've seen, and I've had my moments where I sure as heck wish I could innocently stumble across the path of a secret millionaire who would see my pain, understand my dreams and write me a check (cheque) to pay for it all.

In my own reality, I sit at the crossroads in my life.
I'm breaking free of my poverty upbringing.
I've done and keep doing all I can to break the mindset of poverty.
In fact, just the other day I sat on my couch in my humble life and cried as I faced some pretty ugly demons in my life - the poverty and fear demons.
Ironically, I faced them down and it was not without scars.

I'm also doing all I can to take my life toward that of riches, wealth and financial freedom.

In the tough economic times we face right now, I have taken the hugest risk - and invested what few dollars I could hardly afford into starting a new phase of my business.

I'm down to the wire now, I have bills due and they must be paid yet the business is not generating income...
Over the next week I have to seriously kick ass and turn my vision into the reality I believe it can be. Those bills will be paid...

In the meantime, the lessons from the Secret Millionaire remind me of why I am doing this.

Without money we can still be good people, and we can still do good for others.
Without money, we are not without hope.
Yet, without money we can be rendered powerless.

It is not money that takes us to the place of poverty or richness.
It is knowledge, belief, desire, dreaming - it is having goals, and the passion and dedication and commitment to seeing those goals fulfilled.

My lessons are about appreciating that there are TRILLIONS and TRILLIONS of dollars/currencies out there and some people have LOTS of them and some have none or very little.
To make my comfortable share, I simply need to know what I want, how badly I want it and why, and to learn (gain knowledge) about being financially successful.

I'll let you know how I go.
More later...
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Overcoming the defeatist mindset

December 18th 2008 04:30
I've moved back to the same state, after living interstate for over a decade.

My mother was here for a couple of days. As a pensioner she rarely travelled to visit me interstate as it was costly.

Now I'm back in the same state, she can drive a couple of hours to the city and stay over at my place.
She enjoys the fact that she gets to spend time with me.
I guess we're making up for some of the time I was away.

Ironically, I feel like a lot of role reversal has happened in the last few years.
Never more obvious to me than recently.

My mother went out one weekend, and I was temporarily sharing a house in the same town she lives in (after just leaving the interstate city and moving back to home state).
When I say "went out" I mean out partying and had a few drinks...
She is in her early 60's and likes to socialise.
Unfortunately, the person I was temporarily sharing with brought her, and several of his friends and some of my mother's back home where I was asleep.
After all, it was 2.30am.
They rocked on till 4am.
I didn't know my mother was one of the party animals until I was recounting the story to someone in front of mother, and she said "I was there..."

I was not impressed!
Just yesterday, here in my home in the city suburbs, we were preparing to go out for dinner with my brother.
So, in the lead up, I made my mother go into the bathroom and use my skin care products to pamper her skin.

I was quite surprised to realise she had no idea what to do.
I literally had to walk/talk her through it... "use this, apply this way, take it off this way, then do this and then that"...
Ironically, she has been troubled by bad skin outbreaks (subsequent to an illness and medication) and she had been caking her skin with horrible foundation to cover it all up.
Her skin always looked so dull.
Well....
It took me all of my willpower to stay calm and not become annoyed with my mother during her stay and especially during this little pamper session.
I heard every defeatist reason why she couldn't do this or wouldn't do that, whether it was assumed cost of skin care products being expensive, or too hard to find in the country town she lives in, or too time consuming or her skin was just so bad it needed all that caked makeup...

Sheesh!

I bit my tongue.
I bit hard.
And we continued the pamper session.
She cleansed once.
Then I made her cleanse again.
The cruddy make up was still coming off.
I made her wash her face.
Then when her bare and wrinkled and spotted face appeared in its natural state in the mirror and I heard every defeatist emotion spoken out loud, I made her open and place on her face a skin mask sheet... a kind of Hannibal Lector comedy skit came to mind.
Still she did as she was asked.
And after 15 minutes, I let her take it off and massage the moisture into her skin.
Then I had to literally threaten her with some kind of embarrassment to stop her caking the foundation on all over again.
I gave her instructions on how to apply it lightly, and how to cover the spots.

When my brother arrived minutes later I asked him to take a look at Mum's skin and say the first thing that came to mind.
She looked "brighter, glowing, healthier"...

Then I told him why.
I now have a convert on my hands.
With just that little bit of reinforcement that came without prompting, she was able to see her skin with a renewed sense of care, and woke the next day aware that her skin felt softer and healthier.

Less defeatist, now.
More curious, though convinced initially that all my skin care products must be soooo expensive (therefore justifying her inability to spend money on them because she is on a pension...)
I have converted her in that area too.
Cleanser - $8 a bottle and one of the best on the market.
Face mask sheets - $1.25 each.
Literally for less than $10 she can afford to buy a cleanser for every day use that will last about a month, and a mask sheet that is sooooo amazing and yet so cheap that she could stock up on them for a month and spend about the same as the horrible foundation cost her.
Which she will use less of now anyway.

Not only did I overcome the defeatist mindset, I gave my mum's self confidence a boost, and helped her relearn the special importance of pampering.
And it didn't cost much, but was priceless.
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Counting Kilojoules Keeps Weight Off

October 9th 2008 02:01
It's like riding a bike.
Do you wish you never learned to ride a bike?
Or learned to swim


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VCAT - Don't TRUST this service

August 27th 2008 01:48
VCAT - Victorian Civil and Administrative Tribunal.

If you live in the state of Victoria, Australia, and a business owner does the wrong thing to you as a customer, do not presume that your best next step is to submit a claim through this government offering


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It happened to me... so I know it could have happened or is about to happen to you...

The fact that it happened to me - that I was either so naive or so gullible that I fell for it - really pi55es me off


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AFL - it's just my opinion...

August 26th 2008 01:23
... is the AFL becoming an unmanageable monster?
16 teams across the continent, and talk of creating a new Tasmanian team, a new QLD team and yet poor old authentic original Melbourne can barely drag its supporters to the grounds.
I'm not a Melbourne supporter, but I am an AFL fan of some 30 yrs and while "good ol' Collingwood' reign supreme in my one-eyed view, I almost caved in and was tempted to offer my marketing services to Jimmie to help bring the Demons back from the brink


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Hate is such a strong word... (LINK)

August 23rd 2008 03:40
I've heard this a few times in recent years. People who have felt the deepest core response to anger yet who don't allow themselves to use the label "hate" have often parroted this phrase.

So, they 'seriously dislike' something, or 'intensely dislike' someone


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My very own "Olympic" determination

August 19th 2008 07:16
I get it.
I really do.

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