My boss, as usual. Someone who acts like a three year old being paid more than twice as much as me?
Today he came in, bad mood, slamming doors and cupboards then popped a balloon that was part of our Christmas decorations. Hope that made him feel better for a few seconds. It threw out my whole morning, and now I'm spending my evening doing the work I couldn't do , which has to be done for tomorrow, because I was sitting at my desk in a whiteout.
My satisfaction is that people realise he's rubbish and his days are numbered., That's why he "needs" to burst balloons, apart from being a "strategic-thinking leader" of course. And if I thought PTSD was bad, at least I don't have to live in his head.