Back in the mid-90s at a small (~50 people) software vendor, we were just getting on the web. One of the guys in engineering had thrown up a static web page served from the mainframe just so we had a web presence. Marketing finally woke up, wanted to put up a real website. I ran our DNS, so Sr. VP of Marketing comes by my office, asks me to change DNS entry. Sure, I change it, send email to IT manager, who was out of town (no cell phones, mobile email, text, remember–1990s).
Yon manager gets back the next day, and he’s PISSED. He comes in my office ranting and raving; I point out gently that a Sr. VP kind of outranks this kid who only inherited his role because his boss quit (there’s another story there, but it’ll keep), but he’s obdurate that somehow I overstepped my authority in making the change. It’s not like he was going to argue with the Sr. VP! Eventually he stomps out.
A few hours later I go to do something that requires privileges, and I’m locked out. Check a few more things, and yep, he’s pulled all my privileges.
Now, at this stage of the game, I’m the most senior member of the technical staff (I had the second-longest tenure of anyone there, behind the executive admin), and am supporting 40% of our revenue single-handedly–stable, mature products, so that’s not really that impressive, but is still something the company is kind of interested in continuing.
My manager is also the young idiot’s manager, so I fetch him and he calls the idiot into my office. Of course it was a much longer conversation, but the climax went like this:
Manager: Put back his privileges.
Idiot: I’ll walk out this door before I do that!
Manager: Bye then.
And that was it: he was gone.
Even weirder, we later found a stash of random hardware of no particular value that he had hidden in his IT storeroom. The most significant item was a case of parallel-port (or was it serial-port?) network cards. Yeah, those were a thing, but even at that point, were on their way out. Nobody had any idea why he would have had them, or why he had them stashed. Unless–and this just occurred to me this minute, more than a quarter-century later–he’d ordered them by mistake and was hiding them so he didn’t have to admit it.
Anyway, the whole incident was stupid and ugly and still makes me SMH. Ego over brains.