Hoof and Proximal Talus Boy

I have the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with a specialist who rents space from one of our sites. He is an annoying man who feels that he deserves some special treatment because he has a few letters following his last name.

During one of our encounters, he made the mistake of entering my office demanding that I fax something for him. I have my own fax machine in my office. I told him that he may use my machine and continued on with my work. He stood in front of my desk while extending the papers he needed faxed. I told him again to help himself to my machine. His response, “I don’t have time to fax anything, you do it.”

My reply was thus: “you are a tenant here; you are not renting the staff only the space. We are all busy people. If your time is too precious to operate a fax machine, I suggest you hire an assistant.” He stood there stunned. He then stomped out of my office.

He occasionally makes the mistake of demanding something from me and I just chuckle and ask him to leave my office.

Seriously, we all put our underwear on one leg at a time. I don’t care how many degrees you might have. Get over yourself.