I was bullied at work for a while, although I didn't grasp it at the time.
I was doing a job that involved house calls. The 'team' included a couple of old hands who ran things their own way, and a high turnover of other staff meant that these two got plenty of overime.

Staff would join but soon finish because the old hands would discreetly 'inform' the clients that new workers were thieves or sexually deviant or whatever, so that clients would mysteriously refuse to let them in, causing such trouble that baffled new staff would cut their losses and leave.

The useless management had no idea, even though the old hands were working all sorts of fiddles between them.

Amusingly, the main lie told about me backfired somewhat when the MS patients began asking for me by name and begged me to score marijuana for them, having been told I was a wild-eyed dope fiend.

As I don't even smoke, and would have lost my job and probably gone to prison if I'd obliged them, the answer, to my regret, had to be 'no'.

Anyway... I put up with this crap for a few months and then left for a better job. Just before I went, my main 'accuser', Mrs Bitch, suddenly vanished. I left anyway, as I was sick of the hassle, but laughed my tits off when I found out why she'd gone.

A client had tearfully confided in another team member that Mrs Bitch had 'borrowed' her life savings off her, and now she had no money for her daughter's wedding. It seems that as the client was terminally ill, Mrs Bitch had calculated that she'd be safely dead before the loan was called in.

This gross misconduct saw Mrs Bitch sacked on the spot.
Live by the sword, and all that...
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Mon 18 May 2009, 16:14, Reply)