Whiteman (lecturing severely): At third year review, you will not just be reviewing me — I will be reviewing you. By that time I expect you to overhaul the undergraduate curriculum to my taste, add a new graduate program and have housed in the department an additional journal. If you have not provided these things by then, I will leave!
Whiteman (crying): I came here because I thought you worked as a team. And I discover you do not! (Meaning: we work as a team, but we do not also provide complete housing, chauffeuring, social and psychological services.)
Now that this Whiteman is angry and “not speaking to me” — which means, only speaking to me in a rational, adult way, about topics about which it is appropriate to speak to me — I have a pleasant life again. It is Friday, Oxalá’s day. Wear white. Not the whiteman’s white.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
I should, of course, stop talking about this person because the problems are over, but his logic is just so funny once you’re no longer tangled with him.
And/but: how did I get so involved so quickly with this whiteman/Blackguard? asked one colleague. Because weeds grow so fast and take over so quickly, said I. You can tell I have learned a lot.
Continue talking, hermano. We are all subject to these platitudes and it is refreshing to hear them discussed.
Oxalá, indeed.
OMG — you mean the assistant professors in your place also talk to you like this? So it is a generalized, new fashion? If it’s a modern custom, then I won’t feel so bad I didn’t catch this personality trait at the interview! 🙂