Continued from last week:
Waturi: “You’re like a child. And what’s this lamp for? Is there not enough light in here for you?
Joe: “The flourescents affect me. They make me feel blotchy…puffy. I thought this light would—”
W: “Get rid of the light. This is not your bedroom, Joe; this is an office. Maybe if you start treating this like a job instead of some kind of a welfare hospital, you’ll shape up. And Joe, I want those catalogs.”
J: “Then please order them.”
W: “Watch yourself, Joe. Think about what I said. You’ve got to get yourself into a flexible frame or else you are no place. And take that light off the desk.”
J: “I will.”
W: “Do it now. Good.”