This is how I saw it. I once had a new hire come into our sales staff/bullpen/ he was an ugly creepy m-fo, looked like the creeper lovers lane murderer rapist with the coke bottle thick glasses at at the end of a teen slasher movie. First day of his work, he walks up to me (having heard I was #1in sales and every other performance metric) and leans into me nose to nose, Marine drill sarge like and says to me, "I'm going to f*cking kill you."
"Welcome to the team." Did you find the coffee and the donuts yet?!" Said I.
Nonetheless I considered it odd / noteworthy enough to mention to my direct reports and the regional manager who happened to be visiting our office that day, both of whom...
...Did freaking squat.
So, so much for the "you'd be instantly fired at my job crew."
I immediately got even more focused and competitive and out sold this creepass
to the point of humiliation. By the time of our co's yearly sales awards banquet, I won absolutely every award, except for the one I demanded my manager give to a helpful buddy whom always had my back and I his. And, well so I wouldn't look like a hog. Sweeping everything is embarrassing. But I digress.
So I take these "my churchlike workplace would never tolerate a heated battle of words thing / instantly walked from the building" takes with a block of the big bad adult world of business's proverbial salt. It's not surprising how many work places, company cultures allow so much playground asphalt basketball court eral behavior to go on unchecked. Which can really suck, but sometimes you deal with it cos the money is Fantastic.
On the other hand, the big bad adult world of business can be mondo rear entry raping and indeed it can be bad to the point of completely clusterbleeped and effed to the max. I had an over $1m commision ripped off, with absolutely no recourse. Cases of managers switching digits and commissions and claiming they were the key contact or factor in the close, happen often enough. Every veteran alpha sales dog has his or her war stories.
You move forward.
Live through that, churchboys.
And they are not Almonds, they're brass tennis balls. A 1m hit hurts, but champions move forward, and kill the competition.
Remember that golf ad? "Don't just hit the ball -- kill it."
"You're dead." Or, "I'm going to murder you. (with specifics). Would be something to take seriously.
Kudos to McKaye for staying calm in the face of a hot head. That's real balls and superior gamesmanship.
Well played on his part.
First round: McKaye