I worked, as a secretary, for the V.P. of Finance. This guy had the manners and social skills of a gnat.
One afternoon (after only working there for about four days) I was sitting in his office taking
dictation and doing the “to do” list and right in the middle of speaking he picked up his trash can
and vomited in it. He put his head way in deep; however, I still knew what was happening.
I got up to leave (to give him some privacy) and, with his head still in the trash can,
motioned for me to sit down he would be “just a minute”. Yuck.