Me: I'm missing the pin number for that client.
Him: (yelling) PIN NUMBER?! COME ON, ZAP. I EXPECT MORE FROM YOU. PERSONAL IDENTIFICATION NUMBER NUMBER?!
Me: *sigh* Right. Sorry.
Him: I just really expect more from you!!!
I cannot take this needling man much longer. I really cannot. I'm almost 30. I have my masters. I don't deserve to be screamed at by an asshole over accidentally saying PIN FUCKING NUMBER. FUCK YOUUUU.