Reminds me of a meeting being held in my office some years ago. Although I had called it, most of the presentations were by others who were trying to give examples on how to handle certain issues when applying our new program sent down from Tallahassee. The program itself was a essentially a cure looking for a problem, one that didn't exist, but we had the burden to use it from that point on. One rather nice looking supervisor was sitting next to me and was really trying to get a handle on things since most of the usage was going to be by her underlings. At one point, there was a lot of chatter amongst the group and it had nothing to do with the presentation, the super sitting next to me was getting more and more aggravated....mostly because she couldn't hear everything. Finally in total frustration, those words in the video came out.....you could have heard a mouse peeing on cotton at 20 paces. The quiet, young, demure lady next to me had finally shown her colors. I told her "thank you" and then asked the current speaker to continue.
When things started to get noisy, I had declined to take action at first simply because I was going to see just how much was being absorbed and by whom. If they had problems that stemmed from their collective inattention, the parties involved were going to be pressed into extra duty until they could demonstrate they were on top of the problems. We had a very productive meeting from that point on.
What I really found amusing following her expostulation, I retired some 7-8 years later and never again heard her speak in such a manner.....that is until my retirement party. She came up to me, gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, followed by "John boy, it's about fxxxxx time." I laughed over that until I had tears, and chuckled to myself every time it came to mind for the next few weeks.
