I'm pretty poor myself!
But my hobbies and interests include show jumping, classical music and agriculture/countryside.
I like to buy good quality clothes, and I shop at quite twee/'posho' places, as my FIL once said.
I haven't ever really thought about my 'class' or place in society. Until a work colleague called me 'Upper Middle'. I said I'm certainly not, I would consider myself working class. She's insistent I'm not - Funnily enough, we grew up in the same area (East London).
She often blurts out that I can't be from the EastEnd because I 'speak with a plum in my mouth'.
Class roles and places get brought up in general conversation with her weekly, at least. Not just to me, but she seems to like nit picking me the most.
I can't read my books at lunch without it now being an office joke. It's very 
to me that this is even mentioned.
However, she went on to say she considers the working class types your general football fans, they don't like 'classical' things etc etc. She is certain it's not all about how much cash you have.
She scoffed this evening when I mentioned waiting for my Wellington boots order to arrive, I was very 
as she said "Absolute toff" in front of my colleagues who sneered and laughed.
They were all wanting to know what I was doing on my day off tomorrow, I didn't just come out with it.
Would you say this is being a borderline bully? I don't provoke her in any way but everyone else finds her a hilarious character. My manager is always impressed with her too. I just don't know what to do 