Me, in all my tact, replied, "I'm not sure how I'm even part of this situation."
Later, that same morning (as in just now)
He sits down in my office and pulls out the paperwork I drew up, unfolds it, and says, "Let's see what this cocksucker wrote."
To which I replied, "I'm the cocksucker that wrote that, I just wrote down what he told me."
He mumbled some bullshit to which I replied, "If you have any issues with it you need to talk to [our boss's name here.]"
He said he didn't need to do that and continued to mumble a bunch of bullshit.
I'm not really in the mood for a bunch of mumbling bullshit so I started to give him a piece of my mind. After saying his name, as one would address another person, he walked away. I have no idea where he is and really don't care.
Once again, work and personal life are colliding.
"You’re killing independent George" - George Costanza - Seinfeld
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