Not jealous.
What makes you jealous and how do you deal with it?
From the moment Will walks into work, he is tailed by the same name.
SEABORN FOR CONGRESS! declare the posters that wallpaper the communications bullpen, and Sam's eyes stare down at him from all angles, blazing blue and confident.
Toby has made his irritation known often enough - it is not in Will's nature to complain - but despite everything, the Seaborn posters have stubbornly remained.
A staffer, passing by the office Will works in (still defiantly referred to as "Sam's office"), returns his greeting with a distracted, habitual "Hey, Sam."
"Sam usually lets Janet or Michael handle those kind of remarks," He is informed by another speechwriter, who considers Will down the length of her nose with a look of disdain when he addresses her.
Ginger asks him to decipher a note with an apologetic laugh, "I guess I'm still used to Sam's handwriting."
So often, it would be easy to give into anger and jealous, but Will doesn't let any of this bother him. He's here to serve the President, and that's something that no amount of hazing or hostility can distract him from.
And so, every morning as he enters the stony silence of the communications bullpen, he greets his hostile staff with a hopeful smile. Without remark, he navigates the bicycle barricade in front of Sam's old office, nods solemnly to Ron the goat, sits down and starts to write.
And wonders what the hell it is he's doing wrong.
From the moment Will walks into work, he is tailed by the same name.
SEABORN FOR CONGRESS! declare the posters that wallpaper the communications bullpen, and Sam's eyes stare down at him from all angles, blazing blue and confident.
Toby has made his irritation known often enough - it is not in Will's nature to complain - but despite everything, the Seaborn posters have stubbornly remained.
A staffer, passing by the office Will works in (still defiantly referred to as "Sam's office"), returns his greeting with a distracted, habitual "Hey, Sam."
"Sam usually lets Janet or Michael handle those kind of remarks," He is informed by another speechwriter, who considers Will down the length of her nose with a look of disdain when he addresses her.
Ginger asks him to decipher a note with an apologetic laugh, "I guess I'm still used to Sam's handwriting."
So often, it would be easy to give into anger and jealous, but Will doesn't let any of this bother him. He's here to serve the President, and that's something that no amount of hazing or hostility can distract him from.
And so, every morning as he enters the stony silence of the communications bullpen, he greets his hostile staff with a hopeful smile. Without remark, he navigates the bicycle barricade in front of Sam's old office, nods solemnly to Ron the goat, sits down and starts to write.
And wonders what the hell it is he's doing wrong.