The lengths some people will go to...

This is day one of my blog. I have decided to create this for one reason only - I have been usurped by a couple of evil people and am now effectively unemployed and this blog is going to diarize my climb back up the slippery pole of professionalism to the dizzy heights of success!
To put things into perspective: I am a journalist, an editor, a wordsmith, and feel I do a good job ( if I don't blow me own trumpet, who will eh?). The events over the past few days have really made me think about how others perceive me, how it is permitted to cause grievous 'emotional' harm to others but the minute your fists come into it, you are going DOWN!
The bare bones of the situation are this: when was it ever alright to screw over your colleagues? Back in the 80s? Back even before that, before we actually had some rights?
The sad fact is, people get away with all sorts of things on a daily basis: some relatively minor, others commit atrocities that I cannot even imagine. But the thing is, they all stem from an inherent feeling by the perpetrator of inadequacy, in whatever form. The reality is the victim isn't really the victim; they are the innocent person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I have also been subjected to what I can only really construe as bullying in the workplace and, even greater than the shock at what the person has done to me, is that feeling of confusion as to why I was in the firing line in the first place! How can you ever know what people have in store for you, and I think the conclusion I have drawn from all of this is that being nice doesn't count for anything.
The cynicism and bitterness that has sneaked up on me leaves quite an unpleasant taste; 'oh it doesn't matter anyway, screw them, kill or be killed,' these are not sentiments I would ever really have thought about...until now.
So where does all this speculation and posturing leave me? Unemployed, smarting from the humiliation of being dispelled , powerless to prove it wasn't even my fault. Poor old me.
I've read enough self help books to know that self-pity doesn't get you anywhere. So it's chin up charlie time, square those shoulders, pull in that paunch, and get back out there fighting!