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.
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.