I kept working to avoid it, be nice and pretend it wasn’t happening. Then that day in the drugstore came…she puffed out her chest and went nose to nose, but when I stepped up…she ran out. Honestly, after she and her peeps left, I started to cry out of relief. And I was so totally proud of myself for being willing to being pounded into the ground if that’s what it took to stand up for Barb.

These same people are employees in corporations everywhere making life miserable for others. Thank you so much for shining a light on a problem that many people prefer not to talk about.

Thanks for chiming in. Funny that you have your own bully story too. I had a pretty easy childhood, so this was a good learning lesson for me. It definitely helped me learn how to draw the line in the sand.

Your story reminded me of something similar that happened to me way back in high school. The final confrontation happened in the drugstore across the street. I was scared to death but sick of being bullied…I did bring it. She didn’t.