“A picknie ting dis. Dis place is a real patty shop; ran by cooks and not master chefs.” I muttered under my breath.
These are the ‘Days of my Life‘. Since I sent in my complaint to HR it’s been ‘Another World‘. Malice has been the order of the day, she has ceased all communication with me.
‘As the world turns‘, instructions are coming through my coworker, who now seems to be playing the role of my supervisor. Because I have ‘One life to live‘, I won’t let this stress me.
I have had enough with starting my own ‘Scandal’ and I am certain they are behind closed doors plotting ‘Revenge’.
At least the days are now gone when I dream of ‘How to get away with Murder‘. This place is a dog eat dog world and not a place for the ‘Bold and the Beautiful‘ and HR has been a faltering ‘Guiding Light‘, so I bide my time.
Silence reigned in the last two weeks; however, the tension has been as loud as jet engines. There has not even been a ‘good morning’; all pretense of manners has flown through the window.
She has chosen to malice me. Also, she has been exhibiting high levels of paranoia; doing things like keeping her office door closed, looking over the room before she leaves and only speaking to anyone/everyone behind closed doors. It is ironic, because now she knows how it feels; having always done surveillance on me and others.
Another manager from upstairs also practices malice, to me anyway. A friend of the family of the bosses. This has been ongoing for more than a year.
My coworker says, “And then, they expect us to respect them. Obviously they are unprofessional in dis place.”
I tend to agree.
All these individuals, profess to be Christians. Majority of the people who work here are either of the same denomination or attend the same church. I wonder, how do they worship? in peace? or with their heads in the sand? It is a shame, because during the week a laundry list of ‘Thou shalt nots’ and great injustices are committed against employees.
Now, today, meetings are kept without me being present. The two other system administrators were in a closed-door session, discussing the system, of which I am the Administrator. This is a continuation of the vindictive behavior that is prevalent here. It is almost impossible to root out because it is a family owned business. Relatives, filling many posts on the management team; nepotism and cronyism at its best.
On the other hand…
My coworkers have enjoyed the calm. They think the new closed door policy is the best thing since sliced bread. They are experiencing a peace like never before. I guess that will be my legacy.
Many people suffer in silence; ridden by stress and abuse. Workplace harassment is a reality. It is abuse just like physical abuse! We should not tolerate it just because someone is paying us every month. I encourage you to rise up and protect yourselves. Report it and stop this immoral occurrence in the workplace.
She has published several books of poetry including ‘Jamaican Honey and Sauce’, Jamaican Pebbles, Love under the Caribbean Stars, 101 Jamaican Love Poems and Jamaican Pebbles: Poetry Pocketbook.
Copyright © 2016, Denise N. Fyffe