My last workplace, quite honestly, traumatised me. It took all my confidence, any sense of professional self worth.
I had one bitch of a boss, and her nasty little princess, and any chance to put the boot in, they did. The guys I worked with, they saw it, and they tried to shield me from it, but that's pretty hard when those two . . . well, they were in charge, and had the upper hand.
My last day there, another woman with reasonable seniority, came from another department, to ask something of my dearly beloved boss, who was in a tetch, and unusually, vented her spleen on someone outside the department, instead of keeping it in the family so to speak.
There was no point complaining to management or HR, because she was the cutesy, flirty golden girl.
This woman from the other department was rendered speechless, as she watched the boss flounce off to an ego-stroking lunch. Then she said, 'my God, what a fucking bitch'. Rather loudly. Other people from other departments around, lifted their heads, sensing ti. I very happily said, 'Thank you L, I'm really glad to hear I'm not the only one that sees it, and thinks so'.