Here’s your weekly dose of sunshine, an interoffice battle at the Museum of Natural History:
Look. We have to work on this exhibit together, so let’s clear the air. I’m sorry I told you to shut up in the meeting. But did you really have to go whimpering to HR like that?
What are you, a fragile little Paleolithic-era skeleton? Do I have to tiptoe around and use a special brush to excavate you? Do I have to hustle to cover you in canvas if the helicopter belonging to the eccentric billionaire who’s funding the dig lands too close to you?
The full brawl is here.