Intense conversation

Today, I had the pleasure of working one on one with a coworker with whom I have never really had the opportunity to talk to.  When we do chat, our conversations are usually quite pleasant and revolve around participants at work, music, or hobbies.

As usual, we started the day by talking about some rowdy participants we had seen the previous night.  One of the participants, whom I shall call Voltron, was the exact definition of a narcissist.  The coworker, with whom I was chatting, being a guy did not have the pleasure of witnessing Voltron's acts of sexism and racism.  Not only did he feel the need to hit on a majority of the female staff, he also decided to "give hell" to the counselor giving his psychological evaluation because he was "only a grad student", and not an actual psychiatrist.

Can I please mention, that the counselor mentioned above has not only seen his own patients through his field work, but has also worked in the emergency psychiatric ward in the area's largest hospital, and also has a paper published with his name as the primary investigator/author.  I pretty much told Voltron to "give it his best shot" before I walked away.

Before you go and chastise me for my rude behavior, please note that I had already had to deal with Voltron earlier that night, and I cannot stand it when men go around acting like they are entitled to say inappropriate things to women as if it's a compliment.

Earlier, I had the pleasure of recording all of this man's medications for our own records.  After seeing one of his medications for joint pain, I decided to start a conversation (so the room wouldn't be awkwardly silent) about my own joint pain, mainly from excessive preparation of food and cooking.  Voltron then finds the need to comment on my interest in cooking by not only saying that I would make a good girlfriend because I cook a lot, but by also offhandedly telling me to make him stir fry!  Seriously?  Of all the foods that you pick, you ask me to make you stir fry?  I'm sorry sir, but just because I'm Chinese, does not mean that I automatically can automatically make stir fry.  Honestly, I've never tried it; I'm more for steaks, pork chops, stews and curry...yeah...curry.

So no Sir, my coworker does not want to go into the bathroom with you to "help" you with your urine drug screen.  No, my other coworker will not put time aside to give you a call about your eligibility in the study, and she most definitely does not appreciate you looking her up and down.  No, the married project doctor from a nationally renowned hospital does not appreciate you looking at her like a hunk of meat and saying "wow, a pretty doctor!".  No Sir, the counsellor does not appreciate you taking the psychological examination lightly; you didn't do a good job convincing him that you were hearing voices because you're a dumb-ass.  And I sure as hell do not want to be your fucking girlfriend and make you some stir fry!

Voltron, you can go fuck yourself.