Has anyone ever been in a screaming match or any altercation with their superiors?

At my second duty station. I was a SrA, and I lived in the dorms but had been told there was enough room to allow me to stay until after I sewed on Staff (hadn't even tested yet). Then one day my dorm manager tells me I have to move out within six days. Went straight to my First Sergeant, he told me tough luck. Problem was, I was on night shift working a Panama Schedule and they refused to give me any time to house hunt. Squadron policy was leave wouldn't be approved if it wasn't filed less than five days before it was to begin, so I couldn't even take leave. I effectively had two days to find and commit to a house in an area I wasn't familiar with for the first time in my adult life. My dorm manager then decides to move the timeline forward and knocks on my door at 7 AM two days before the deadline to do my final out inspection. I had just fallen asleep after a twelve hours shift. Mind you I had packed a bit but largely nowhere close to being ready to move out. He gets pissed, telling me he's got Airmen flying in in less than 24 hours that need a room. I asked him, still in a haze, if these were short notice orders, and he said he had been expecting them for over six months. I.e. he knew they were coming the entire time I had been at this duty station. The stress of trying to find a place to live, work, and him barging in after a long ass night of work was just too much and I told him, a SrA to a MSgt, to get the f*** out of my room, that he was a dumba** for waiting until the 59th minute of the 11th hour to inform me I needed to leave, and that I was going to get eight hours of uninterrupted crew rest before I was going to JAG with all this (I didn't know if I even had a case, but I didn't care). He tried to raise his voice and I literally screamed "Get the f*** out!" and he sort of did this weird about face chicken walk thing out; he was NOT prepared for this scenario.

I got a call from my supervisor almost exactly eight hours later telling me to meet him at the DFAC in ten minutes in uniform. I braced for the worst, but turns out the squadron Commander was never told of my situation, and upon receiving the call from the dorm manager, tore new orifices in him, my First Sergeant, my supervisor, etc. Then while I was asleep he secured a tour of several homes in base housing for me that my supervisor was to accompany me on.

Had a lease signed by the end of the day, three days of permissive TDY to move my stuff, and sooooo much satisfaction.

Yup, as an E-3, I exploded on my sniper section leader as I was talking to our platoon sergeant about quitting the team due to his shitbaggery. He'd been fucking me over for months, pushing almost all of the headquarters platoon's details and vehicle maintenance on me while he smoked and joked in the office with our RTO and mortars.

He was a real winner. I had zero respect for his combat or leadership abilities. He was really big into airsoft and was always ninja rolling, jumping out of windows and dual wielding pistols and shit. Guy actually had the same tattoo on his forearm as Snake from Metal Gear Solid. He apparently thought life was a video game. With an upcoming deployment, there was no way I was putting my life in his hands.

He tried to play it off like he was just testing me and then started accusing me of lying, so I blew up on him in front of our PL/PSG and a few other NCOs. Our CO later pulled me into his office to talk and I kept my rank. My punishment was a month of purgatory in the training room before going back to the line like I wanted.

Don't know if it was an altercation, but I did raise my voice to my first Sergeant one day.

It happened when I was a lowly E3(A1C), and a Red Cross message did not get passed on to me on time. Oddly enough, it was the same day I found out I was being promoted below the zone to E4(SRA).

Standing outside the commander's office, the First Sergeant, (CMSgt) asks me if I heard about my grandmother passing away. As I asked questions, my voice got louder each time. The Chief, I think, understood my anger and just blew it off.

Needless to say, I missed the funeral. Found out it was that day.

Well, one of my first discussions ended like this--"you are a SSgt and I am a Col-- well do it my way". Later in my career I had a boss that was hispanic and if you were not passionate about your point of view he did not think you were serious. The guy in the office next door to his (we had our discussions behind closed doors) asked him why he let me yell at him and he replied "what are you talking about"--he shared the discussion with me later.

I had it out with my now ex husband's E5 squad leader. When this happened we were dating, same company different platoons. We had just got back to the company parking lot to head up to the barracks when we started arguing about something. my ex's squad leader, comes up to both of us and starts telling us that he can break us up and all sorts of other b.s. By that time, I was in full blown pissed off mode, being a red head (short fuse & all), I turned to him, and proceeded to cuss him up one side then right back down the other saying , who the h... does he think he is telling me who I can and cannot date. I told him to mind his own dang business and stay out of our's. By the time my ex could say something to get me to finally shut my mouth for a minute his squad leader said he would see me tomorrow and will be writing me up. I said that's fine, but you still can't tell me who I can and cannot date.

I was once assigned as a junior medic at a refuel site in the middle of ranch country in Texas. Had a soldier come in as a driver who was very sick, fever over 100, a bit dehydrated and not feeling well. I discovered he was driving a fuel truck without an assistant. I as an E-3 grounded him. I had his E-7 platoon sergeant and his O-2 platoon leader both give me orders to release him. I refused the senior E-4 medic stayed clear, scared of the rank of these two. After a phone call to our OIC (mustang O-4, SF medic in Vietnam) the O-2 told the E-7 he would drive the truck if he had to and asked me to take care of his soldier. A few months later I got the AAM the O-4 wrote up for me.

The day before leaving the Army my CO denied my request for a week extension to continue to hand over property, both company and battalion. He told me that it was his job to make sure that when his sons joined the Army that thier was good leadership. I told him that it was good that he'd be gone. 1SG jumped out of his skin. I told them both to pound sand. This was the same command group that tried to give me an "Other than Honorable" discharge, literally the day after my third good conduct medal. I got word from the XO that the commander was walking around the office breathing fire. #ToxicLeadership.

My favorite was when a fellow weather forecaster E-4 was called up by the commander of a nearby fighter squadron. They were behind on time in the sky and the COL tried ordering him to take thunderstorms out of the forecast so they could fly. He replied "Fuck you Sir" and hung up. Nothing came of it either.

On the flight deck during operations one of our planes malfunctioned and dumped its fuel to BINGO, 17k bls to 3k bls. One of my chiefs, who I never seemed to be on the same page with, told me to go get a broom and start sweeping the spilled fuel overboard. It heated up pretty quickly, I was soaked in fuel, the aircraft still purging, everyone yelling over the noise of fight ops, troubleshooters frantically trying to get it to stop, and I don't see how a broom is going to even reasonably resolve the thousands of pounds of fuel on the deck. As I explain that our priority is containing the spill and there is a specific procedure for it, clean up later, chief looses it and turns at me, slips on a deck hatch (mind you there's fuel everywhere) and slams into me. I didn't know that he slipped but on his way down he grabbed me, so I just reacted... and hip checked him into the deck.

I was very fortunate. He realized he was wrong on the procedures for a fuel spill while I knew them verbatim, which made discussions regarding what led to the altercation much better. I was even more fortunate that after it cooled down he understood why I thought he was attacking me. I was however, pretty much cemented on his s**t list after that.

Wouldn't call it screaming, but a particular altercation between myself, a MSG, and a MAJ comes to mind. Myself and the MSG were...strongly suggesting...the MAJ take our recommendation to heart when it came to accounting for some property and wanted him to fully appreciate our genuine concerns lol.