When I was going through the bullying and harassment at work,( when I worked at H.E.B) I thought that I could confide in someone I thought was a best friend. But my venting to her turned into, " I don't have time for drama." So I just stopped telling her things all together, and somehow that was a problem. It's kind of funny when you think about it, because the majority of the time it's the people closest to us that spread gossip,and rumors. All the things I dealt with, from someone who called me my bestie and hung out with me all the time. She literally repeated anything personal I told her, and I couldn't share anything with her anymore because apparently I was just "drama." I didn't realize talking to her about my workplace harassment and bullying was drama. I tried to ask her for help, several times, as a friend. Only to be ignored,and talked down to at times. I was there for her, through the things she was going through at the time, but after a while , I saw her true colors. That's the thing that's always been difficult about myself, I can see your true colors, and intent after a while, and still give you the benefit of the doubt, time after time, but when your behavior isn't matching your words, you're not genuine. I could literally write a book about the things I went through, the extent, the reason, but I'll never understand the why. And, this is relevant because several people had a part in my mental abuse at the workplace. And it was those same people, that acted innocent and cried wolf, you know that saying , a wolf in sheep's clothing. That's what they were Wolfs in sheep's clothing, I wouldn't call them wolves, more like vultures, preying on the innocent, someone whom appeared weak, because at the time, they were. In the sense that I couldn't really do anything about it, because anytime I voiced my concerns it was labeled as " Gossip.", and I became a target of mental abuse, orchestrated by my manager at the time, and the store director, as well as several other management and employees. It was toxic masculinity at its finest, the men who have management positions were inappropriate at times, and would say the most random things to me. I recall a time, one of the male managers was standing near the time clock as I was clocking in for lunch, and he said to me. " Man I'm so thirsty Isabel.," and I laughed and said, " well drink water then." But the thing that bothered me is how he said it inappropriately while drinking that water, and he just kept repeating himself several times. An employee I worked with in my department,at the time who I reported for inappropriate behavior, was jerking off a summer sausage while looking at me and smiling, as another employee, both men, were watching and smiling about it as well. Both worked in the deli. Both have families at home mind you, one who knew my orientation, and still made a disgusting obscene gesture. I reported that incident to the store director at the time, Melissa, and she asked me later, why I didn't report this to my manager Dane, and I responded with, because he picks and chooses who to believe. She nodded her head as if she agreed, and then asked me to show her the motion of exactly how Bryce, did that inappropriate behavior, And she said it with a disgusting smirk. So many things went on at this store by several people, that wasn't appropriate. And, all of this started going on after I reported my department manager. Anytime a certain person felt like I was being rude to them, for simply choosing not to speak, I was called to the office. Junior, majority of the time, I was told, did I ever think how I may hurt other people's feelings by making comments, that I feel like the only one that hustles. People would constantly assume it was about them, when heaven forbid someone is just having a bad day like everyone else. Or when not speaking is an issue now, because others feel like there's a problem. Any which way I went, it became a problem. I just stopped talking altogether, and the abuse just kept getting worse. At this point, Dane and Junior, were acting very strange around me, I'd notice, that anytime junior and I were scheduled together, I'd be doing my chicken production, and as I was back there, zoned out while working , because of the constant stress, which by the way caused me weight loss, hair loss, and jittery movements, because 24/7 I was constantly walking on egg shells and terrified at times because of the behavior. I started to notice Dane the manager, hiding around the corner near the cheese slicer holding what appeared to be a phone, as junior walked by me, with his head held up high, humming, and I'd turn to see Dane and he'd quickly move out of view. This was a continuous daily thing, the same movements, that's how I knew something strange was going on, and I truly believe I was being recorded. I know for a fact that several people knew things were going on, and I know that not everyone can do something about it, especially employees, but the majority of them turned a blind eye, when more people could have actually spoke up about it. I also remember when I brought up the inappropriate behavior that Bryce did to my manager, I was told " I wasn't there, I don't care," this came from my manager at the time. Anytime I voiced a concern or an issue, I became the problem. Even though I reported several incidents, it was always, there's not enough evidence to substantiate your claims. Yet there's always enough evidence, to call an employee to the office for every minor inconvenience. Another incident, the person who's like the office administrator, called to ask if I could give her the time I clocked out of work, on a certain day because i had forgotten to clock out that day. I told her that I couldn't remember, and I didn't want to give her the wrong time, and if there's any way she could review their cameras to see when I left that day, I was than told, it wasn't her responsibility to keep track of my time, and that if I don't give her a time, than I can't get paid. My response was I guess I won't get paid. Moments later I'm called to the office, because I made that person cry, how can you make someone cry over the phone? The entire conversation from my manager at the time was very condescending, and rude. He tried to make me feel terrible, saying how it's not her responsibility to keep track of my time. I said you also can't tell someone they are not going to get paid, because they truly could not remember. At this point I was done with the bullying and badgering in the office, I said unless you have actual legitimate concerns, I'm going back to the deli to do my work, which I did. I lost count of how many times, I was blamed for other people not completing their work, I was told I would snatch things out of people's hands, when I have never once did that, I always said I could do that, because of the constant walking on eggshells and the fear I had, for being accused of everything, including other peoples behavior. My manager would tell me, do you think certain people roll their eyes because they see you do it? I literally dealt with this constantly, another male employee came up to me one day and said randomly, as I was putting out fresh slice, " did you hear about the dead body down your road? Than walked away like nothing, an employee who I didn't really interact with often, but someone who saw me in public, at another place and made me uncomfortable as well as the workers who heard the entire conversation, because they were helping me pick out my prescription glasses at the time. I lived in such fear, of the men that surrounded me at workplace when I worked at H.E.B, the sushiya worker, who I thought at first was a geniune friend, became aggressive towards me at times, out of the blue. I noticed Melissa the store director at the time randomly came by the deli, and quoted a line from one of my favorite movies, to a coworker who was standing next to me , her name is Jackie. I had posted about the movie Carol, where Carol says to the department worker, " I like the hat " I had posted about this movie on my Facebook page, and on this day during Christmas time, Melissa had came over to the deli and said those same words to Jackie, while glancing at me as she said it. I became a victim of retaliation, on such an enormous level, and then it dawned on me, Melissa had a law enforcement badge on her page, so I assumed she was affiliated with the police department, and that would make sense as to the treatment I was enduring. I remember a few days after writing my incident report against my department manager, I saw Arron jones of the police department in the doorway of the office, which was strange because he looked right at me. I don't care who believes me or not, because I know what I went through. When you have law enforcement connections you can get away with these kinds of things. I know we are all innocent until proven guilty , but there were way too many things that didn't make sense, for them just to be coincidental. Which brings me to the car accident that happened last year. A coworker I worked with in the deli, came flying through the doors with her cart, as I was back their my manager made a comment, you better watch out Isabel, you don't want to get into a car accident, and than on Halloween October 31st of last year, I was actually in a car accident with my sister and my little niece and nephew. I remember having a mental breakdown, because of the toxic work environment, this breakdown happened at home and I hadn't slept for days. I called police, and explained to them that something was going on in the deli at my job, and that I believed my manager was trying to kill me, which at the time I meant mentally, not physically, that's when months later, the comment was made about me watching out and not getting into a car accident, only to have a car accident happen months later. There's no way for me to prove all of this of course, but my journal entries i started documenting , my review paper, where the comments were so back handed, but I met expectations on everything, had several things said positively about my work ethic, only to be ended with a back handed comment, I got a raise of 64 cents. When before all this bullying and workplace harassment had started happening, I had gotten a 99 cent raise. It was never about the raise for me, just the principal of how hard I worked for a company, for 8 years who did absolutely nothing to fix the issues. The terrible management, the toxic work environment, so many things that went against company policy that I had to endure, at the hands of people who are supposed to create a safe work environment, people in charge, people who hold authority. And, they all failed at that, HR, And every other higher up. And the person who's in charge of the store, the one that oversees everything, is the person who could have done something about it. Once I started standing up for myself, speaking about it, that's when the store director Melissa transferred, Bryce quit, junior transferred, Jackie quit, and somehow HR said that was because of me, no, that was not because of me, that was because those were the people involved with my harassment, my bullying, and my mental abuse. Junior claims he transferred because of me, he claims I was the issue, he transferred because he knows what he's done, and when you're guilty of things, you tend to run. But mark my words, the truth will come out, and the truth will reveal itself, and I'm going to forever speak about it, until these types of things stop and people,and companies start being held accountable. As far as I'm concerned, H.E.B is a terrible establishment for allowing this behavior, for allowing things to get to the way they did, and I fully intend on speaking about it to the entire world, to whoever cares, to whoever is listening, or going through the same situations. I have so much more to talk about, so many more incidents, so many more things to bring to the public, because people need to start caring, people need to start standing up to it, standing up for themselves and for others, they may have got away with it, but I will spend my lifetime on this earth, advocating for myself as well as for others. I lost the majority of my friendships from people I worked with at HEB, who I thought were friends because of all of this. Most of them knew, or had some kind of knowledge, or were a part of it, or they simply were too busy to give a damn.

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