Said clot has now backed behind his keyboard, is not accepting phone calls and does not want to talk to me any more, because I am not positive and he does not like what I'm telling him. The guy is 60, normally OK, if a bit emotional, but now totally "diva".
He sent me a Dutch English translation joke a couple weeks ago, and I get there are cultural differences, but folding your arms, backing away and taking the ball home isn't something I've encountered since I was 7. If ever. This is an approach to project management (and adulthood) that i've not experienced before.
I am sure he is under extreme pressure (although I keep offering to help) and is venting on the easiest target (me!). I have some compassion for him, but he only has 2 days to go and I hope I never see him again. I've never felt that way about anybody before
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Actually, no scratch that. I hope I do see him again when he's calmed down, got treatment or realised what happened to him. I really hope he doesn't continue to carry what is crushing him at the moment.