I'll be straight up honest with you, my boss doesn't like me. Well, he's actually the 'little' boss of the two bosses I have (and I'm not talking about size... although, he is only about 4 foot 10). The 'big' boss never seems to stop changing. I have been working at my place of employment for almost a year and a half and so far we are up to our 4th boss since I have been there! Annnnnyway... back to the topic at hand! The guy I call 'my boss' is a Department Manager - the manager of the department I work in of course! I don't know why he doesn't like me... could be because I am almost 1 foot taller than him... could be because I am the only female working in his department... could just be that he's ya average a**hole... who knows? But, nevertheless, he does not like me. It can be a hard thing to deal with - quite intimidating.

I first noticed that my boss didn't like me when he started treating me differently to the others. Yes, I am the only female in his department but no, he wasn't treating me differently in because of this. It wasn't gender-related. He seemed to have some warped sense of humour, like when he would ask me to face up (push forward everything in the) freezers... without gloves. Doesn't sound that bad but when you have a bit of arthritis that gets really bad when exposed to extreme cold, it's bad enough. He never cared to tell me that I could wear gloves (I didn't even know we had them, let alone where they were kept). I got in trouble for laughing at work, but when he started playing weird games with the guys like playing hacky sack with a can of tuna in one of the supermarket aisles while the store was still open, it was appropriate and 'okay'. This started to really get to me. I could understand why I was getting treated differently if it was valid and made sense, but it doesn't and it's cruel.

I'm not too sure how I got over the whole thing, because yes, he does still treat me badly. I guess I just got use to the idea that he thinks he is somehow superior to me beyond his employment duties and that in the end, it doesn't really matter because I know he is no bigger a person than I am. I take the high road. I don't retaliate to his juvenile ways because I am not like him. I just ignore him and get the job at hand, done. I'm not there 24/7, I don't live with him (thank goodness for that). In the end, it is bullying, yes, and we all want to know why we are being treated so badly and most of the time, we think we have faulted somewhere along the line but really, we don't have the problem, they do.