What do you get when you call a bully’s bluff, or do the equivalent of pushing him or her down without all that messy violence?
Most of the time, you get your way.
During some of yesterday and the early part of today, I stood up big to a bully. He’ll remain nameless for the moment (no need to bring even more attention to someone who doesn’t deserve it). But suffice it to say that I, uh, got my way.
I didn’t start a fight, throw punches or go all Krav Maga on his ass. That’s not my style, anyway.
Instead, I just stood there, demanding to be seen and heard, quietly claiming my ground. This will change everything going ahead.
We’ll work together knowing that we are equals, and that we must communicate clearly and openly if what we’re doing is to succeed. He may still have his issues, and I may still have to look the other way when his, um, tendency to want to senselessly dominate rears its ugly head. Not my job, man, to fix that guy. I’m here to get shit done.