At work today. I was doing a stat report. I ****ing hate doing stat reports.
Ten minutes after I sent batch number one, my boss (only six months my senior) comes flouncing in through the door. Not letting me get a word in edgewise he proceeds to launch into a tirade of verbal abuse at why my source data is wrong. I don't generate the source data. I just compile it. Telling him to get his facts right he launches into an even bigger rant about how the client won't like my dismissiuf attitude, at which point I curtly give him a rageface, step up staring him in the eye and state 'SO?'
He replies, 'what do you mean so?' I elaborated. 'what the flying **** do I care if x y or z don't get their arse wiped in time for the midday ****?'
He huffed and puffed and flounced out of the room. Round one to me.
Later in the day after I graciously provide corrected data, he comes back to me after I follow a client email 'to the letter'. Can't stress that enough. Followed every single direction on it. She's now whining that 'it's not formatted properly. I stand by my guns and correct him, it's as formatted as it's ever going to get, I say. Apparently formatting now means reading minds and knowing which fields she wants me to pull out of my arse.
He tells of to start bloody thinking. I tell him to pull his head out her arse. He dares me to correct the clients use of the english language. Two minutes later as i'm in the lift going up to see the client, I see him running up the stairs to intercept me. I'm now at the point where fists will fly.
After a hasty apology from 'boss' he declares his intention to do the job for me after he gets a haircut.
He didn't come back. Round two to me.
Can't wait uh tomorrow. I'm off to my weekly army fix now.
