I'm a supervisor and part of my job is to cover for my staff when they go on vacation, and I love doing it as it keeps me on my toes and I like knowing what everyone's job functions are. I was promoted after only being there a few months and several of the women quickly cooled on me...one basically told me I had stolen her job. That was months ago and I thought the animosity had died down and we all seemed to be getting along.
I was covering for someone who was taking a long holiday weekend today and I had emailed her something from my computer so I just typed in my name to search for the email from her computer...and stumbled across something I sorely wish that I hadn't read.
Apparently her and two of her coherts take great pleasure in ridiculing me, and they seem to spend a good time doing it. The girl didn't have the tact to delete the emails from her inbox and they just piled up in her inbox. Most of the subjects started - "She's such a fat b**** because..." and there is a running total of all of the things I've supposedly done to wrong them.
I only read a couple and I couldn't put myself through it anymore. They commented on my clothes, about how I can buy all the clothes I want to but it doesn't make me any less fat.
One of the girls overheard me mention to someone that I was trying to lose some weight so it was mentioned how I could lose all the weight I wanted to but I would still be ugly.
There were a lot of really mean and nasty things about me, physically, as a person. I was too shocked to even cry. I can't believe women over the age of 25 behave like this.
I feel like I was snooping, but it work email and they know I have to have access to their email - the other two girls at least had the decency to delete the emails.
I don't know how to handle this. I know how I would like to handle it, but I don't think that's an option as the offender has a close relationship with someone higher up in the company.
If I tell the owner, he will make things ten times worse as he is blunt to a fault. There is only one real equal, management wise, I have, but I don't really trust her not to say anything. I'm just using this job to kill some time until I can go back to school and I know I shouldn't stress, but it's probably been 20 years since I've had my feelings hurt this much.
The only positive thing I can say is that I didn't finish of the bottle of red in the fridge, I didn't stop by Starbucks on the way home, and I didn't finish of my husband's Ben & Jerry's.



