Some of you may remember my stories about the National Sales Manager. Well, today I found out you sure don't cross him!
Our reception staff are outsourced (we have a rather weird rental agreement) and in all fairness, they are the worst kind of catty lazy secretary stereotype. I've been bugging them for a replacement chair for some time since the ones they had here before are junk. Well, the NSM decided he was spoiling for a fight and decided to uh... take up my cause. I was initially thankful when I thought he was just going to send one email or something.
But no, he started riding them. Hard. That was already kind of awkward, because jesus, it's just a fucking chair. So, today they figured out how to get me a replacement and said I could have it at the end of the month. I thought that was perfectly fine, and said as much. End of story, not worth even thinking abut, much less posting here, right? But A Fighter couldn't let end there, ohhhh no no no? My er, 'friend' went at it with such vicious zeal that if even if Joseph MacCarthy had been hunting actual witches he'd still have been put to shame. He demaned INSTANT RESULTS. TODAY. OR WE'RE LEAVING. THE WHOLE OFFICE.
Eventually, when it became clear it wasn't going to happen today, and I'd repeated to him that I could wait, he gave me his own chair.
The whole thing was weird. Not to mention embarassing.