Ben Waterman is Miserable

Yesterday at work, because Ben had nothing to do, he asked me how my weekend was. I said it was good. He asked what happened that made it good. I said I didn't know. So why was it good? he interrogated me. I thought about it and said that nothing bad happened, so it was good. Ben didn't understand. You have a strange view on life, he told me, think about what happened to make it good, because I'll ask you again later. Oh I can't wait.

This made me realize that I'm generally a happy person--outside of work. Hanging out with my girl friend and watching silly TV shows with her makes me happy.

For Waterman to be happy, something has to happen. This is because he's always at work. He calls me about things from the office very late in the evening, and very early the next morning. I thought he might be living in there (which would explain all the files on the floor--they're his bed and blankets) until one Sunday he called me from his home. Nevertheless, he takes his work home with him, and law work is miserable, especially Ben's, which is mostly the recession-proof area involving dead people's estates. Maybe recessions are even better for the business in terms of volume, as maybe more people die during recessions (I don't know if this is true) because they're sadder, have less money, and are more stressed out.

The Spanish immigration lawyer also appears miserable. For weeks now he's been inviting lawyers in the suite to his Christmas party and getting angry when they say they're not sure they'll make it. Apparently he has no other friends. I find it funny, and a bit ironic, that he's trying to take work home to make himself happy.