I recently had a consultation with Lea Conner to review my case for child custody and child support. Her office is located in a basement next to what looked to me like a medical marijuana office. When you walk into the offices there is no one at the reception desk except for a parrot that was not locked in a cage. There is hip-hop music playing louder than necessary and while I was waiting to see Ms. Conner her partner came out of his office in his stocking feet. All of this unprofessionalism could be overlooked except that from the moment I walked into the conference room with the table sloppily covered 2/3 of the way with someone else’s legal case, this woman who I was evaluating as much as she was evaluating my case, was unbelievably rude to me. \r
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Though I had brought all of the paperwork she asked me to bring, she snapped at me for not bringing paperwork she never asked me for in the first place. She was rude in every single question she asked me, did not listen to my responses, talked over me while I was trying to answer her questions, and had a snide or rude comment, or had a negative attitude about the responses I was actually able to completely give her. After I told her the same thing four times, or tried to, and she finally said “Are you trying to tell me (exactly what I’d been trying to tell her four times if she’d actually have let me get all the words out)?” After 20 minutes of her incredible rudeness I replied that had she once let me finish saying what I was trying to tell her she would have heard that’s what I was trying to say. She asked me, “I’m sorry, do you have a problem with me?” I replied that I couldn’t believe how incredibly rude she was. She picked up all my paperwork, handed it back to me and said in THAT TONE that she was sorry she couldn’t help me, good bye. \r
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I consider myself to be a pretty good, morally upright, faithful Christian person. I don’t like people treating me like garbage, like I am the dumbest person on the face of the earth. Nor do I enjoy people being so rude to me that I’d have to have the patience of not just one but many saints, to tolerate someone I WAS WILLING TO PAY to treat me thus. I will happily look elsewhere for someone to help me with my case. \r
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