I have a bad habit.
I like to have the last word. Even if I’m dealing with authority or higher management. I don’t need weapons to start or end a war. My only weapons are my words, and I am almost secretly delirious to announce that I tend to win such wars of words.
But it’s a problem for me. Somehow or other, I am not afraid of authority. A job title is but just a rank given to you for every step you climb on the work ladder. Yes, I do give the person that respect. However, I am not someone who cowers in a corner when I get bullied. It’s my right to stand up for myself – even if it means I’m ‘talking back’ to someone of a higher authority.
At age 15, I told off a policeman who had been unreasonable towards me. No doubt I got the last word, because he dared not say anything to my face. I have ‘gently’ told off my boss’ boss when she sent me an email to complain about me. She copied my big boss and her big boss so I replied her and copied all of them as well. I told her I was just trying to be efficient and speed up the work and communication flow. Again, I got the last word because nobody said a word after that.
All this is not about being mean. I have seen friends and colleagues who are so nice and who respect authority so much that they end up getting bullied. This is not what I stand for. I stand for equality and humanity, regardless of age or work experience etc.
I could be one of the nicest people around, but don’t mind the punch I packed in my bag – just in case it’s needed.