Mr. RK had a day at work that was full of, as he put it, "clusterfuckery."
Part of the problem was that an overeager engineer tried to "help" Mr. RK's team but kept making the problem worse. He is a French engineer, and didn't seem to understand when Mr. RK and the others told him to stop trying to help.
Finally, they called his boss, who literally grabbed his chair and started rolling him out of there.
"You need to work on ... another tool!" the boss said. "In...another room!"
There are so many moments where I so wish I could do that!
For instance...two new staff people started this month. One of them started this week. And in conversation with a volunteer, she was told, "Oh, and you know what people with mental illness are like!"
Well actually, dipshit, yes she does - because she has bipolar disorder. She just doesn't come with a blinky sign. And apparently, you don't know as much as you think about people like her.
That made me so mad that I wanted to spit (on the volunteer), and the new person is going to let the volunteer know that this is absolutely not OK, that it is the kind of stigma our organization EXISTS TO ERADICATE. Um, HELLO.
But it would be cooler if I could just whisk her off on her chair, wouldn't it?