I have the enviable status of having been picked on in every place of education I've been to.
And one place of work. I was picked on in infant school - quite unnecessarily. A couple of people tried to steal my best friend from me in junior school - thankfully she's a good egg and it didn't work. I moved to a different junior school for my last half a term, and lo, managed to catch the attention of someone who decided she didn't like me. At secondary school I managed to shuffle between two groups - one lot who were so nasty that I'd come home from school in tears (I have no memory of the tears, but I remember the bullying) and the other group in which a supposed friend of mine was not very nice to me. Incidentally she's one of my best mates now. Oh well.

At uni I had to move into different accommodation to get away from the people who managed to make my life a misery - ooh, just as I found out that my Mum was dying. Double whammy, but I don't think they ever knew.

And in my last permanent job I had to complain to my manager that one of my colleagues was being very intimidatory to me. That improved but due to the job and me being a total mismatch, I left after five months. For the last year and a half I have been temping as I officially don't like being stuck in one place for too long.

Bitter? You bet. Found writing this cathartic? Well, it is an impressive list. On bad days I like to think that because I got the short end of so many sticks, others will have got away without being subjected to bullying. Do I get the full set of steak knives? Well, I certainly think I deserve them. And perhaps have a good use for them...
( Bozo the Clone will work for chocolate., Thu 14 May 2009, 13:07, Reply)