What? No I'm not Freddy Mercury, I'm Bill Makiavelli, senior VP, and you will succumb to the Office Matrix, you will document all your tasks, Mike.
No, I will not. It's a waste of...wait... what did you just call me?
I called you Mike. That's your name, right?
No. No, no, no. I have worked here 5 years and the least you could fucking do is know my fucking name. It's not Mike, it's not Michael, it's not Mark! It's not Meyers, it's not Myer, it's not Minor!
*BOOM*
I can't believe you dropped the F*Bomb at work. I think we're going to have to put you on a Personal Improvement Plan, mister.
Say my name! Say it! SAY MY REAL NAAAAAMM MMMEEEEEE!
