Скачать или смотреть MyShish London abusive staff

I have described in a previous text, how an individual in charge of a restaurant floor treated me with sheer vehemence; and vicious, raw resentment.
The man clearly wanted me to feel like the worst creature on the planet, because I had “ruined [his] New Years Eve!!”
All I was doing was answering a call to be their Bellydancer for the night.
It was then, and still is my assessment that this man is a narcissist sociopath or psychopath.
He very clearly delighted in my defeat, my crumbling under the weight of his destructive words. He took obvious pleasure in demeaning me.
I am very disturbed by this individual, that so-called manager: I recognise that pattern.

I dated a narcissist psychopath a few years ago (more precisely 20 years ago). He regularly took the same virulent pleasure in emotionally torturing me. He never relented until I completely crumbled, sometimes curled up on the floor; whilst he argued with me about one hurtful subject or the other. Then he would carry on, whilst I was crying, because he just HAD to win. Of course, he was also a sexual sadist. The two often go hand in hand. I dare say I nearly lost my life back then a couple of times. Now that I am safe, and have recovered: I take no pleasure in recognising that pattern, all too well. That man at the restaurant-grill, was way too eager to crush someone already beneath him by way of financial and social positioning: who is just there to earn a crust. He had to demean me, speak and or shout over me; whilst I was trying to explain my position. I BEGGED him, many times. He rode over me: over and over again; even as I described my uncomfortable situation, having walked all the way, made the effort; in order to fill a spot at the eleventh hour.
He erupted into a rage when I threw him an order to “Shut up, so I can speak!” That man is simply addicted to power, and he hates being told by a woman, or and by a Black person; what to do.
Yet he doesn’t mind shouting repeated attacks on my character: calling me a criminal, for turning up and pretending I could dance, trying to SCAM people out of money. He called me a “thief”, a “scammer”, and “the worst dancer on the planet”; several times.
Yet how dare I tell him to shut his mouth!…
He took clear satisfaction in bringing me down; even as I was asking him to consider my position. As a contractor, one should never be talked to in that manner. A manager should never be allowed to address staff or contractors in that way. Yet the office staff, upon being told what had happened, decided it was fine, since I was such a bad bellydancer. They honoured his position.
They supported his ugly behaviour.
It is one thing being told a performance isn’t good enough. It is another, altogether, to be treated like a cheap whore who did not provide a full satisfactory service!
It has now been 7 months, and I am expected to slave over paperwork; so I can claim my already half-price fee in tribunal.
This is further degrading, further abusing, further dehumanising from that business. The whole affair is tantamount to emotional and verbal lynching. Every day is a reiterated statement on my character, as someone who steals, someone who is dishonest; and someone who is absolutely devoid of talent!
This is not a matter which I am about to forget.
Those people are still punishing me for daring to turn up for a dance job. which I was filling in at the last minute.
I went out of my way, travelled 4 hours on trains and buses, instead of going straight home.
Then I walked through dark woods.
I was also in pain, as explained, because of excessive bleeding.
Only to be treated like human garbage: for “bad dancing”. Only to start the New Year with tears, self doubt, raw pain, empty pockets: and also, memories from that trauma, 20 years ago.
Evil. Wicked. Never to be forgotten. Ever.

Sandrine Anterrion





MyShish #faith