more of Rocket Man, this time featuring the most violent tantrum I've ever seen him have (apart from the thunderstorm freakout)
previous instalments:
an introduction to Rocket Man
Rocket Man races me to work
Rocket Man bawls over a broken umbrella
Rocket Man eats and drinks
a couple of days ago I was in the wash-out area on the shop floor when Rocket Man came flying out of the office and into the break room, shouting, wailing and snapping his fingers; I could see through the window that he was sat on the sofa red-faced, red-eyed and in the grip of a tantrum
when I went into the office a few minutes later he was lying on his back, on the floor, being instructed by my colleague F (his tard wrangler by default) to take deep breaths and calm down; he eventually did so, and went back to his previous task, helping F with customer returns, but while he was doing that he was loudly ranting (he has trouble with volume control) about how he has the worst luck in the world, he never gets what he wants, he's a walking disaster, he'll probably lose this job, he'll have to spend thousands of pounds on therapy (there are NHS-backed organisations that can provide this service for free), and generally reciting a whole litany of misery
after he'd gone for his dinner, I found out the root cause of his tantrum, and to be quite honest I was gobsmacked
like many (man)children, Rocket Man has a Nintendo Switch at home, and has recently got into a game for the Switch which has collectible cards, some of which are rarer than others; in the last week or two he has also discovered ebay, and bought a whole load of packs of these cards
the reason for his tantrum?
the packs he bought didn't have any rare cards in them
if this is how he reacts to card games, god only knows how he'll (not) handle something serious like a bereavement
