Debbie Does Drivel

SO, I was just in this meeting.
And I told my superior that I needed an anti-glare screen on my computer since I'm experiencing bad eye strain.
He tells me I have such a screen.
I say no I don't.
He tells me to shut my blinds and turn off my office lights.
I tell him it's my computer screen, not the ambiant lighting in my office that's creating a problem.
He begrudgingly says I can order an anti-glare screen.

What the hell?
Yeah, maybe a blind and incapacitated employee is your idea of fun, but it's not mine, buddy.

I actually like this guy, but he ALWAYS has to be right and have the last word, that it drives me crazy.
So, he will go to the trouble to argue with me over needing an anti-glare screen just to take the opposite side and argue it with the outcome being he is right.

Sometimes, I'll say, "So, the Cold Fusion custom tag should be saved in the library folder."
And he'll counter with, "NO! The tag that is Cold Fusion custom-generated should be saved in the template folder!"
And I'll say, "Right. The template folder IS the library folder."
And he will then say, "Well, then! We should re-name the library folder the template folder to avoid confusion."
And I come back with, "Yeah. That's the way it was until last week when you decided it shouldn't be that way anymore just because you wanted to exercise your folder titling privileges in some bizarre power struggle. Shall I knock you senseless now or later?"

He does this often. He will ask me to do something and then two weeks later act completely befuddled that I ever did this thing in the first place. And when I'm like, "You told me to do this, butt infection," he acts like surely I had to have misheard him because he would never have ordered such a task.
And because he always has to be right, he will never ever admit his mistake. Even when I wave his e-mail or note in his face asking me to do what he is now saying I should never have done.

The last vestiges of my soul are slowly seeping from my flesh...