When I was new and keen to make an impression they asked me to stay in and answer the phone through lunch. I didn’t mind. It didn’t ring all the time, plus it saved me money because it stopped me wandering around the shops. When HOWARD realised he could spend his lunchtime tormenting me I dreaded being trapped at my desk. Today, in the middle of my eating my soup, he returned to his favourite subject of rape.
“Eva’s going to spend the weekend walking down badly lit alleys hoping to meet a rapist.”
HOWARD recommended I try around pub closing hours. He asked a female colleague to agree that I had the look of a girl asking to be raped. When she appealed to the PM on my behalf, the PM replied, with a mouthful of sandwich and a helpless shrug, that it was his favourite subject when it came to me. I try to ignore it.
HOWARD continued, “She probably wears a badge saying, “I’m an estate agent” or “Has anyone seen Mr Kipper?”” I didn’t understand. He reminded me of the murder of Suzy Lamplugh. He said he had an alibi. He’d only been 14 and had been on holiday at the time.
I couldn’t help wondering why a solicitor, with no connection to criminal law, would be so knowledgeable about Suzy Lamplugh. He told me she’d disappeared in July 1986 and was later found dead. Her skull had been relentlessly beaten in with a brick; shattered like eggshell.
“I’ll say one thing.” the PM said when lunch was over, “He gives me a headache the way he goes on.”
A headache is the least of my worries. He’s always pretending to stove my head in with a brick.
Half an hour later I think he realised he’d gone too far. He sent me an e-mail saying he was just joking – it was just the way he was. Joking or not, I was on the verge of tears. My hands were shaking…my stomach was knotted. I couldn’t make sense of it. The e-mail went on to say that I’d soon be moving desks to sit closer to him and that I was going to be given a small pay rise.
Forty five minutes later another e-mail arrived. It was entitled “Sexual Offences Rape” and detailed how the law had changed. He commented that oral activities are now classed as rape by a 2004 amendment and he’d been unaware of this fact. Later he e-mailed me on the same topic to say, “There is no excuse for not acquiring knowledge.”
Today I’m certain of one thing – I’ve seen and heard enough of HOWARD to know I’ve learnt too much.
See you soon – I hope,
- Bullied By The Boss
- Welcome to my blog. My pen name is Eva James. I'm an aspiring writer paying the bills working as a legal secretary. Relentlessly bullied by my former boss, I looked for another job but the recession hit. Feeling trapped, I recorded everything in this blog, which serves as a revealing insight into workplace bullying. WEEK 1 starts the story and, as the weeks progress, you'll note what starts as banter soon spirals out of control. Sadly, it's all true. Whilst along the way I've found alternative employment, my passion for blogging about workplace bullying remains. Trevor Griffiths, legendary theatre, TV and film writer said at the outset, "I like the writing a lot: smart, cool, placed. If you were prepared/able to take your prick of a boss on, you'd marmelise him."