We have a current job that is becoming a huge clusterfluck paperwork wise. And the best part is because it's all a miscommunication that no one wants to take the credit for. Great.
So I'm asked to do x,y,z, and go to collect the necessary paper to do so in estimator's office. I tell him this will be a huge pile of poo, and ask him to clarify. He puts on this third-grade placate "you're so stupid" face and starts poo-pooing me. I tell him not to placate or patronize me, and he starts yelling at me. Oh it gets better.
He stands up, marches over to his cubby, grabs his coat and says...well you *family name* figure this stuff out becuase until you do, I am not doing this!
Oh rly. How old are you?
All because I told him I didn't like how he was talking to me.
So I cried. Yes. At work, in my office, for about 10 minutes. I feel bad for making him upset, but I don't feel bad for telling him my feelings.
And on a Friday. *sigh*