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My old boss, JC, was a master at blowing things out of proportion and flying off the handle before tall the facts were in. We called him (among other things) the Mole Man since he could make a mountain out of any mole hill.
One day I am in his office, discussing some fiddly bit that wasn't working right (in an MIS shop) and he brings up a file of data. He instantly finds the problem - I didn't do what I was supposed to do last week (add ciritcal data to a critical file.)
He then lectures me, in the tone you use on a dog who just pissed on your new persian rug, on how important that was and how we discussed the change and how he was so disappointed and how this was a disaster and oh this was going to take days to fix if it was even possible to fix, blah blah blah. And then he became very offended hat I wasn't apologizing or explaining myself or asking forgiveness and he JUST WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP!
He did, however, finally notice that he was looking at the wrong file. My stuff was right and his buttocks were firmly on his shoulders, a fact I made sure to announce.
One day I am in his office, discussing some fiddly bit that wasn't working right (in an MIS shop) and he brings up a file of data. He instantly finds the problem - I didn't do what I was supposed to do last week (add ciritcal data to a critical file.)
He then lectures me, in the tone you use on a dog who just pissed on your new persian rug, on how important that was and how we discussed the change and how he was so disappointed and how this was a disaster and oh this was going to take days to fix if it was even possible to fix, blah blah blah. And then he became very offended hat I wasn't apologizing or explaining myself or asking forgiveness and he JUST WOULDN'T SHUT THE HELL UP!
He did, however, finally notice that he was looking at the wrong file. My stuff was right and his buttocks were firmly on his shoulders, a fact I made sure to announce.
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