First day of a compulsory redeployment because they'd forgotten I existed and missed me off the redundancy list, I got bollocked in public because I didn't know how to do a specialist technical job I'd only found out ten minutes previously was now my role.
Three months later when I'd taught myself how to do the specialist technical job, I got bollocked for wearing appropriate clothing - trousers, close fitting but decent dark top and steel toecapped boots - instead of a 'nice suit and heeled shoes capable of taking polish'. Further bollocking for replying that if I wore those and got hurt because I was lifting heavy equipment without assistance equipment and dropped it on my foot, the employer would be liable.
Subsequent bollocking for wearing ear filters in a high noise environment because 'it looks like you've got earphones in'. Their suggested solution was not to wear over the ear defenders, it was to take the filters out and have my hearing permanently damaged.
Bollocking for having the copious amounts of filing all nicely stored and unidentifiable in a rainbow of boxfiles, rather than spending £483.72 on 45 iridescent pink and mauve lever arch folders because that's what the deputy liked in her room because she was (her words) 'such a girly girl'.
Bollocking for speaking quietly to the accountant when I'd been instructed to set up a personal eBay account with which to sell company equipment and then 'donate' the proceeds back to them. I went to them with a bunch of documents I'd researched online regarding tax laws, electrical waste regulations, VAT law, eBay terms and conditions and pointed out that this would also leave me personally open to accusations of theft, fraud and tax evasion. I had been obstructive and unhelpful, apparently. The accountant there at the time was completely behind me, but they unfortunately left a couple of months later.
Bollocking for biting my lower lip when in the high noise environment and the manager refused to reduce the noise level so I could hear them. It was so loud that my ears were hurting through the filters. Yes, I was biting back 'For Fuck's sake', but I didn't actually say it.
Bollocking for wanting the lift unlocked, rather than happily skipping up three flights of stairs approximately 359 times to carry each individual item weighing around 26kg. The recommended legal safe lifting weight is 16kg for a woman and 25kg for men and doesn't include going upstairs with said giant lumps of equipment balanced on your chest, completely unable to see anything like where you were going, your feet, the stairs, doors or other people because of their sheer size.
Bollocking for being seen breathing through a window. It was a sarcastic sigh, apparently. No, after the amount of hassle I'd had from them, it was me slowly and silently blowing an even stream of air out from my lips in what I thought was private because I could feel a panic attack rising.
Bollockings for being late when I was early but despite signing in, I hadn't been seen by the manager because they were in meetings. I also got told I hadn't turned up to work and it was noticed during a fire drill - I suggested they checked the Fire Register, as I was the Fire Marshall who took it.
Bollocked for asking if I could take my break after ten hours when I was contracted to finish work four hours previously. Further bollocked for saying I didn't want to work every Saturday and Sunday on top of Mon-Fri for five months, give up my ten days' unpaid but statutory leave and do five eighteen hour days back to back.
I was so glad they finally got around to making me redundant second time round. Most of this was, I'm sure, intended to make me resign during the consultation period. I kept quiet about my plans until after they'd formalised my finish date specifically to deny me one weeks' pay. On my last day, after the money was sitting in my bank account, I told them what I was doing; I'd got a job in exactly the same sector - had they paid me until the end of the month instead of until the 24th, they wouldn't have been liable for a redundancy payment. By doing it their way, my new start date was exactly one month and one week after the enforced finish date. It therefore cost them over five grand to save themselves less than five hundred. I did enjoy seeing their faces when they realised this.