I’ve worked with Fortune 100 companies that were total Mickey Mouse outfits.
I got sued by a big supplier over literally nothing, after I had refused to honor an illegal clause in a contract (which literally would have put me out of business, so it was a serious issue). They couldn’t sue me for that, so they claimed I hadn’t returned some rented equipment, which was a lie. But they said that I better pay up ($10K), because who did I think the judge was going to believe, some loser (their lawyer’s word), or a Fortune 500 company? I didn’t say it, but in MY county, I doubted the judge was going to favor the big corporation.
When we got to court, I had my lawyer ask me about my new supplier’s inventory control system, and explained how the new system had bar codes, and every piece of gear is carefully tracked. The company that was suing me, couldn’t even tell the court how many they had in stock, how many they rented out, etc.
The judge looked at the Plaintiffs, and said, “This is the most amateurish inventory control system I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand how you got to be a Fortune 500 company by doing business this way. You expect me to tell this man to pay you $10,000, when you don’t even know if the equipment is actually missing?”
She found for me, AND made them pay my legal fees. After two years of worry, it was one of the most satisfying days of my life.
She found for me, AND made them pay my legal fees. After two years of worry, it was one of the most satisfying days of my life.
This is great, but at the end of the day, they still harassed you with their bs lawsuit, and they still gave you 2 years of stress. Justice would be them getting counter-sued and you getting compensation for psychological trauma. (even though you will never get your health back 100% from a process like that.)
It was cool walking out of court with my lawyer, both of us wanting to celebrate, but the other team was dejectedly walking down the hall in front of us, shoulders slumped, humiliated, so we didn’t want to interrupt THAT. They got their asses handed to them badly, and they were feeling it. My lawyer grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alcove and pretended to use the water fountain, and said “We make a GOOD TEAM!” We played them like a fiddle, and she was rightfully excited.
That final monologue from the judge wasn’t the only fun thing that happened.
They were first questioning the regional inventory rep, and the local branch manager kept whispering in his ear. After a few questions, the judge asked “Who are you?”
“The local branch manager.”
“Are you under oath?”
“Uhhh…”
“NO! YOU ARE NOT! SO BE QUIET! When I want to hear from you, you’ll be put under oath, and then you can talk. Until then, be quiet.” She was giving peak Judge Judy vibes.
Then it got really good. The judge then said: “In fact, I want you to sit by yourself in the back of the courtroom. MOVE!” And he had to go sit by himself in the back of the empty courtroom like a fucking misbehaving child. Heh-heh.
And when he did testify, he brought no supporting documents with him. He couldn’t tell how many times a year they inventoried their gear, how many they had in inventory the last time, how many they had in stock today, and I even had my lawyer ask if they repurposed equipment for other uses, to which he said Yes, but then couldn’t say how many had been repurposed at all. He literally had no grasp at all about how much inventory they had. Nearly every answer was “I don’t know.”
This was the testimony they were relying on to accuse me of stealing from them, which I hadn’t done. They were literally counting on the judge finding against me just because they were a big company.
By the time judge had to render her decision, she was REALLY pissed off at them. I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to hear a judge tear into the people that have wrongfully tortured and harassed you for the last couple years.
Hire enough staff that a few missing makes no difference to operations.
You’re a million dollar company. Act like it.
Also, pretty sure my company got sold for a lot more than that and we’re amateur as fuck.
I’ve worked with Fortune 100 companies that were total Mickey Mouse outfits.
I got sued by a big supplier over literally nothing, after I had refused to honor an illegal clause in a contract (which literally would have put me out of business, so it was a serious issue). They couldn’t sue me for that, so they claimed I hadn’t returned some rented equipment, which was a lie. But they said that I better pay up ($10K), because who did I think the judge was going to believe, some loser (their lawyer’s word), or a Fortune 500 company? I didn’t say it, but in MY county, I doubted the judge was going to favor the big corporation.
When we got to court, I had my lawyer ask me about my new supplier’s inventory control system, and explained how the new system had bar codes, and every piece of gear is carefully tracked. The company that was suing me, couldn’t even tell the court how many they had in stock, how many they rented out, etc.
The judge looked at the Plaintiffs, and said, “This is the most amateurish inventory control system I’ve ever seen. I don’t understand how you got to be a Fortune 500 company by doing business this way. You expect me to tell this man to pay you $10,000, when you don’t even know if the equipment is actually missing?”
She found for me, AND made them pay my legal fees. After two years of worry, it was one of the most satisfying days of my life.
This is great, but at the end of the day, they still harassed you with their bs lawsuit, and they still gave you 2 years of stress. Justice would be them getting counter-sued and you getting compensation for psychological trauma. (even though you will never get your health back 100% from a process like that.)
I can’t argue with that, but there wasn’t really a case in that.
Thanks for sharing 😆 10/10 very satisfying
Thanks, I still smile when I think of it. I had some more fun details in an answer another post, so make sure you see that one, too.
Fuck yeah, congrats.
It was cool walking out of court with my lawyer, both of us wanting to celebrate, but the other team was dejectedly walking down the hall in front of us, shoulders slumped, humiliated, so we didn’t want to interrupt THAT. They got their asses handed to them badly, and they were feeling it. My lawyer grabbed my arm and pulled me into an alcove and pretended to use the water fountain, and said “We make a GOOD TEAM!” We played them like a fiddle, and she was rightfully excited.
That final monologue from the judge wasn’t the only fun thing that happened.
They were first questioning the regional inventory rep, and the local branch manager kept whispering in his ear. After a few questions, the judge asked “Who are you?”
“The local branch manager.”
“Are you under oath?”
“Uhhh…”
“NO! YOU ARE NOT! SO BE QUIET! When I want to hear from you, you’ll be put under oath, and then you can talk. Until then, be quiet.” She was giving peak Judge Judy vibes.
Then it got really good. The judge then said: “In fact, I want you to sit by yourself in the back of the courtroom. MOVE!” And he had to go sit by himself in the back of the empty courtroom like a fucking misbehaving child. Heh-heh.
And when he did testify, he brought no supporting documents with him. He couldn’t tell how many times a year they inventoried their gear, how many they had in inventory the last time, how many they had in stock today, and I even had my lawyer ask if they repurposed equipment for other uses, to which he said Yes, but then couldn’t say how many had been repurposed at all. He literally had no grasp at all about how much inventory they had. Nearly every answer was “I don’t know.”
This was the testimony they were relying on to accuse me of stealing from them, which I hadn’t done. They were literally counting on the judge finding against me just because they were a big company.
By the time judge had to render her decision, she was REALLY pissed off at them. I can’t tell you how satisfying it is to hear a judge tear into the people that have wrongfully tortured and harassed you for the last couple years.
They are a singular million, sad face