Anytime a group of people have to see each other every day, as they do in school or at work, there are bound to be a few bullies.  If we find ourselves in a position where we are being bullied we must formulate a way out of that position.  I know so many people who are living with bullies either A) because they don’t realize they are being bullied or B) because they feel stuck.


My guest, Michelle Poston Combs, recounts the workplace hostility that was a part of her life for many years.  It left her feeling hopeless and dead inside but her story has a happy ending. Thank you Michelle for sharing it.

You might also read another blogger and her account with workplace hostility at 99 Monkeys HERE.




The answer that most people would give is none. We shouldn’t take a single second of workplace hostility.

I live in the real world. In the real world, things are not always as they should be and decisions must be made.

I spent over 7 years at a job where I dealt with bullying and hostility on a daily basis. The hostile behavior came from two sources. Unfortunately, one source was the head of my department.

I’m a computer programmer. I’ve been working in IT for over 25 years. I’ve held positions from help desk to IT Director. I’ve always been valued and my efforts usually earned me nothing but praise.

Well, except for when they didn’t. But really, I mostly got praised.

Not at this job. I wasn’t valued in my job because I don’t have a penis. The other programmers in my group (the ones with penises) were referred to as ‘The Guns’. They also were fortunate enough to have their own names! They got called by their name every work day. They were asked how their projects were progressing. They were told what a good job they were doing. The guns got a lot of positive reinforcement.

Me? Mostly I was ignored. Every once in a while, the department head would pass my desk and give a loud and disappointed sigh. The only time he ever talked to me were those times he would call me into his office to ask me how a project was going. He wouldn’t even pretend to pay attention, then he would get to the reason I was there. It was so he could bitch about his personal life. He wouldn’t speak to me for weeks, but then he’d get mad at his wife and become Chatty Cathy and I’d end up hearing things that were quite frankly, none of my business.

He would sometimes insult me by saying my hair looked bad, or comments about my weight would be made. They wouldn’t be direct comments, just enough that I would know what he meant, but if it were repeated back….well….it may have been innocent. Or the comments would be passed off as a joke.

I regularly heard the following things:

You act just like a woman.

Leave it up to a woman to mess things up.

This is a man’s job.

Every once in a while, when luck was shining on me, I would get to hear: Good morning, pretty little lady.

The abusive behavior didn’t stop there. Bullies were rewarded in my department. In fact, one of my peers physically threatened another co-worker. He got his own office. Because he was ‘difficult’ to deal with, so it was best that he had his own space.

This is the same guy who would tell the same tired stories about the times he made people cry at work. He bragged about it. In my 7 years there I have heard him scream and yell, slam drawers, punch walls and threaten to walk off the job. Throughout the company, users would call me and beg me to work on their projects so that they didn’t have to deal with him. Yet, he was catered to and I was treated like a light-weight who would be more valuable if I just fancied myself up a little bit.

Now, the first suggestion that anyone would give would be go to the HR department and complain.

HAHAHAHA. This would not have ended well for me. Sure, it’s what I should have done, but if I had actually done it, I would have had major backlash to deal with and I would have to decide if the permanent target I’d have painted on my back would go with the rest of my wardrobe.

I had bills to pay.

I needed this job.

I consoled myself with the fact that I had a short commute. I was also nearly always left alone. It didn’t matter if I worked or not. I was filling a chair.

I found what happened over the course of 7 years is I stopped being productive. I surfed the internet. I worked on my blog. I tried to pretend that I wasn’t dying inside every time I walked into the building. I had to pretend that I wasn’t becoming a completely different person.

I left that job 3 months ago.

One of the sweetest moments in all my time there, was telling my boss that I resigned. He asked me to stay. I said no. He wanted to make a counter offer. I told him that if he did and it was so much money that I couldn’t afford to turn it down, then I would be staying for the money only and is that really what he wanted? Then I said to just make it easier on both of us and don’t bother with a counter offer.

When he accepted that I wasn’t going to stay, he asked me what I could tell him that would make him a better boss.


I spent an hour telling him in great and satisfying detail what a horrible boss he was. I didn’t spare a single word. It felt good.

I’m waiting for the relief to set in. I was sure I would feel it. I was sure when I knew I would never have to see those people again that I would become light-hearted and happier.

That hasn’t happened yet. When you get bullied for years, it does change you. Leaving the situation doesn’t make those changes go away.

Of course I am happy to be away from a toxic situation, but just leaving didn’t fix it

Now, I have to repair the damage. It hardly seems fair, does it?

For anyone who has been in a prolonged hostile or bullying situation, the first thing to do, if you can, is to remove yourself from the situation. I wish I had left that job years ago.

Next, be kind to yourself if you don’t perk up right away after getting yourself out of a toxic situation. Getting over this takes time. Get counseling if you can.

I’m hopeful.

I was driving to work earlier this week and it occurred to me that I didn’t have the hollow, sick feeling in my stomach that I’ve had for years. I don’t hate going to my new job. The people there are nice to me and my boss appreciates my efforts.

I think I’m going to accept their kindness.

me in colorMichelle Poston Combs is a blogger who lives in the Midwest with her husband and her youngest son. She is at the precipice of learning to live with an empty nest which she finds both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her blog, Rubber Shoes In Hell, is where she writes about topics ranging from awkward conversations with strangers to learning how to overcome being an adult child of a narcissist.

She programs computers to pay the bills and counters this soul sucking endeavor by writing her observations on life, menopause, anxiety and marriage


  1. Wow, sorry to hear that you went through all of this.
    This is the kind of fight that feminism should be fighting. Unfortunately women in STEM jobs often face the same kind of treatment. Women in science positions who write papers use initials because otherwise their papers aren’t taken seriously. We need to be doing more for women in STEM jobs.


  2. yea, I feel you on this one…. Athough I’m not being bullied for being a woman. This is Africa After all with Affirmative action. But I’m never happy to be at my job. There are many reasons not be happy, but feeling that your efforts are not being apreaciated is a big one.

    Unfortunatly, it is the same all over the show here. The job market isn’t all that big, and since I belong ot the “formaly advantaged” group of people it is getting more and more difficuilt to get a propper job in this country.

    I don’t want to move. I love this country. The bad job market is however just something you need to deel with here, it is either that or you do your own thing. Big fat motivater for blogging and writing. I can see myself sitting at my home PC all day just writing and being creativly busy. Hopefuly the eright doors will open and the right time.

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  3. Michelle, my last corporate job was a very similar environment. It was a Wall St. headhunting company, and it was a real “Boy’s Club” – loud, vulgar, and anti-women. I was mistreated by my boss on a regular basis, but I stayed for almost 4 years because the money was so good. The Golden Handcuffs.

    But my soul rotted. I eventually left, and even though I make a lot less money, I don’t feel sick to my stomach every day. I’m so happy you’re in a positive environment. You deserve it, sister. xo

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  5. My spouse has lived through a similar situation. It’s miserable for the spouse of the person working, too. I’m glad you’ve got a better place.

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  6. That’s definitely sexual harassment! I wish you had recorded all these incidents and submitted it to the HR before leaving. Such individuals shouldn’t be let off easy.
    I’m glad you spoke to him plainly and that you left. Working at your career should be a joy; not such a traumatic experience!

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  7. So glad to hear you got out and left. And so very happy you got the opportunity to tell your boss why he was a terrible boss. I know you said it was wonderful – but I can’t imagine how awesome that must have felt – good for you!

    I hope life improves. Office bullying – for whatever reason – is never okay and happens too much. I realize you felt you couldn’t speak up. It makes me sad that there was no one else who watched it who ever spoke up for you or called out any of the behaviour.

    May life from here be better.

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  8. Wow – that is just utterly ridiculous behavior and honestly hard to believe because it’s just so…wow. Toxic is the precise word I use to describe the job I left several months ago. I can’t say the bullying was as blatant and direct as yours, but honestly? It was there. Beneath the surface in the double standards and the hyper-criticism, it was there.
    I’m so glad you are at a better place. While the bills do need to be paid, no job is worth taking that kind of abuse. I wish you nothing but the best!


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