Oct 31, 2007 09:30
V. Le Hierophant: A Friend and a Confidant
Try as he may, Isaac cannot get it through his employees’ heads that this is a workplace and he is neither their friend nor their father. Still they come, unfazed, bringing him their tales of woe. He should hang out a shingle and charge them by the fifty-minute hour.
Some days he thinks he's had enough, shuts his door and means it: no visitors today! But it's quiet in his office, all alone. Pretty soon he gets up, shuffles over and swings the door wide.
Sure enough, there they all are. Isaac scowls. "What?!" he demands.
And they tell him.
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