Triple Bogey
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At work today I was on the till and I served these two blokes. When they were walking out the shop, one of them started doing an impression of how I speak. He was saying something in a stupid voice (mine) and the other one was laughing. The other colleague on the till looked at me, didn't say anything but we was both thinking the same thing - 'pair of ******s'
Anyway it didn't bother me too much but I remember when I started in retail in the mid 90's it used to happen all the time. And I mean all the time, every hour, every shift. Somebody, mostly youths but not always would make fun out of me. Do an impression of my voice, or call me whatever; gay, ******, simple etc. There wasn't much I could do apart from stand there and take it. All the insults and **** for a few quid an hour.
So the abuse went on for months and escalated into physical abuse (somebody punched me the face) - Also because the shop was quite near I lived I started to get abuse outside of work. People would call names at me. Shout abuse when I walked to the shops. I was in my mid 20's then as well. So getting bullied was crazy. They would call me Mr Bean and call me gay. If I stood up the them I would get threatened with violence. It was a miserable existence. The shop closed at the end of 1995 and I lost my job. It was a relief in some ways. Two years later I got a job for the same company but in a different area of the city. It's my current job. I've had abuse but never as bad and I don't do nights. So it's always been a lot better.
Today brought it all back. How garbage my life was then back then !
Anyway it didn't bother me too much but I remember when I started in retail in the mid 90's it used to happen all the time. And I mean all the time, every hour, every shift. Somebody, mostly youths but not always would make fun out of me. Do an impression of my voice, or call me whatever; gay, ******, simple etc. There wasn't much I could do apart from stand there and take it. All the insults and **** for a few quid an hour.
So the abuse went on for months and escalated into physical abuse (somebody punched me the face) - Also because the shop was quite near I lived I started to get abuse outside of work. People would call names at me. Shout abuse when I walked to the shops. I was in my mid 20's then as well. So getting bullied was crazy. They would call me Mr Bean and call me gay. If I stood up the them I would get threatened with violence. It was a miserable existence. The shop closed at the end of 1995 and I lost my job. It was a relief in some ways. Two years later I got a job for the same company but in a different area of the city. It's my current job. I've had abuse but never as bad and I don't do nights. So it's always been a lot better.
Today brought it all back. How garbage my life was then back then !