The adventures (and non-adventures) of a marginally seasoned attorney.


Wednesday, November 23, 2011

How to deal with a verbal bully

I'm a professional woman who does professional things, and I try to act professionally when doing said professional things. However, not everyone in this world treats me with the same respect that I try to show them. Yep, even at the ripe ol' age of 26, people try to bully me. Unfortunately for me, I have to deal with this far more than I'd like. Fortunately for you, though, I've developed some tactics in dealing with verbal bullies that I'll share with you. So when a mean ol' so-and-so tries to verbally assault you, don't feel afraid, m'dears! Go show them how things are by using the following tactics:

  • Forget the last word - be sure to get in the first word: Here's the thing - bullies LOVE control. And as such, a verbal bully will likely start in with their abusive, demanding language right off the bat. But no, ma'am, I won't have any of that. The second someone tries to tear into me, I interrupt right then and there and let them know that's not how I roll. If someone is going to communicate with me, they sure as heck are gonna show some respect. And I let them know that in no uncertain terms.
  • Speak strongly: You've probably heard that in verbal confrontations, you should lower your voice, as the shouting party will typically follow suit. I tend to agree with that, with one other thing to keep in mind: just because you're speaking softly doesn't mean you can't speak with strength. This combination of lower volume but higher intensity comes in quite handy while negotiating in the courtroom before trial. 
  • Redirect: A bully has an agenda. She thinks that the point of the conversation is letting her agenda be known and making you, the bullied, follow suit. Nothing could be more wrong. The point of the conversation, after you've gotten in the first word, is to let the bully know that you're not going to listen to what she has to say if she's going to be abusive about it. Bully will try to push her agenda again. Don't let it happen. If you let her push her agenda, then you're just giving her all the control. And you're too good for that, darlin', heck yes you are!
  • Lay it on thick: Okay, if the previous tactics work, then you can move on with the conversation. There's has to be a transition from the bullying to normal speak, though. I usually start out by saying something along the lines of "I understand you're upset, and I know you're just trying to work this out." No, I don't like to be nice to bullies, either, but there's no need to let ego get in the way of a peaceful resolution. 
  • Walk away: Sometimes, none of these tactics will work. And that's okay. Don't feel the need to stick around and fight it out. There are *plenty* of times when I've said, "I don't care what you have to say," and walked away. Ohhhh that makes verbal bullies SO MAD. Fortunately for me, I usually do this A) over the phone or B) in the courtroom where I can subsequently hide behind a bailiff.
And if all else fails, you can kick the person in the groin. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Court Marathon Injury

So when I woke up Monday morning and my foot was in excruciating pain, the first thought in my mind was "Man, I must have some badass injury from all this badass sprinting and badass heavy weightlifting I'm doing in my badass CrossFit class." And that would have made sense; even though I try to keep pretty good form, I push myself as hard as I can when I work out, and this was a pretty painful injury. It was painful enough that I had to take sick leave on Monday, which I don't like to do, but I'm sure my coworkers appreciated the fact that I left so I could whine to the doctor instead of to them.

Anyway, even though I was whining, I hobbled into the doctors office feeling all hardcore and stuff. It's been YEARS since I've had a sports-related injury, and though injury sucks, it'd be kind of awesome if the injury was a battle wound. The doctor came into the patient room, and I chatted about about all of the intense stuff I was doing. SO HARDCORE! Oh, and then I mentioned the fact that I had participated in a "Court Marathon" the previous week.

Now what is a "Court Marathon," you ask? I referred to last week as the "Court Marathon" because I had four days in court in four different cities.  I've got to get all spiffy looking whenever I make a court appearance, and this includes wearing high heels. I'm not sure *why* women are supposed to wear heels to court. I guess that it helps me out in that instead of looking like a 16-year-old in a suit, I look like a taller 16-year-old in a suit. But that's not the point.

The point is that humans were not designed to be walking tiptoed all the livelong day, so instead of some hardcore sports-related injury, it turns out that I've got a dainty little injury from all of my high-heel wearing. Well, I say "dainty." Actually, I'm all medicined up now and I'm not allowed to do intense workouts or wear heels for a while. And when I walk, I look like a little old lady shuffling through Walmart while pushing a shopping cart. It's pretty glamorous, let me tell ya.

I guess the moral of the story is that you should never name something a "Marathon" unless you want to open yourself up to injury. I'll name my next big week in court something nicer. Like "Court is Awesome, Now Go Eat Some Cupcakes" Week.