The Verbal Confrontation

My day has gone horribly this far, I must say.

I have gotten into a verbal confrontation with The Stickman today. If it wasn't for the fact that I am a lady, and a pleasant one, I would have kicked his ass. For a business manager, he has absolutely no clue what it takes to get the job done.

This is the worst kind of person to have as support for the production floor.

They sit in their protective cubicle all day, making promises to the customer we can not keep, hassling the production managers to live up to these impossible promises, then going to the director of operations when the production managers fail.

So there we stood, The Stickman and I, voices raised, everyone within earshot staring directly at the scene.

"That's not my problem. You need to make it work, not me," The Stickman is raising his voice, a tactic for taking command of a conversation.

"What do you mean it's not your problem? If I'm not mistaken, you are the reason why these parts are in this building to begin with. This PO is not set up correctly, if you want the parts reviewed, you will make sure this gets corrected." Raising my voice as well, I sure as hell was not going to let this jackass take command of the conversation.

Turning on his heel, he left red faced and angry. You could have heard a pin drop at this point.

Just once I would like to see one of these witless wonders walk a day in the production managers shoes and experience what life is like on the other side of the coin.