The job

George was a 50-year-old man. He lived in London. He was an employee at a big company, he worked as an accountant. But he was not a grey accountant, he didn’t even like math, however, this job was really well paid. And nobody knows why, but he was really sarcastic, perhaps because he was doing a work that he hated.

One day, a new accountant came to the company, and George got the task to teach him how to work at this company.

”So… William, what a wonderful name, have you ever worked anywhere else?” asked Geroge.

“Thank you sir…” said William.

“It was a joke, I have never heard a dumb name like this, it’s like that of a prince or something, are you rich?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Of course you are not, so, have you ever worked anywhere else?”

“Yes, sir, at a little shoemaker company” said William.

“Magnificent, the story of the little shoemaker, who became an accountant.”

“I was an accountant, not a shoemaker, I just worked there.”

“To be honest, William, I don’t care about it, now come on, I will show you your office.”

They went down to the 1st floor, they passed other offices. For William, the building was like a labyrinth. They met with hundreds of people. They went through an enormous hall, and entered through a little door, into a really small office.

The office wasn’t bigger than a French bed. In it, there was just a table and a chair. It had no windows, and the walls were grey.

“Welcome home” said George.

“It is my office?” asked William.

“You like to ask dumb questions, don’t you William?”

William just looked at his office. “Another question William, do you have a best friend?” “Yes I do” responded William.

“And who it is?”

“A friend from high school.”

“EEEEE! Wrong answer, now your best friend is that coffee machine in the hall.”

“I don’t understand…” said William.

“Oh, god, I thought I had never seen a man, who was dumber than my boss, and now he is here! So… my little blockish friend, if you don’t bring me every morning a coffee, to my office, you won’t stay here for a long time, I think you understand.”

“Yes…” said William.

George left the office, and William sat down on his chair. He asked if this was for what he had learned. A little office, and an idiot of a man, who is not his boss, but acts like it. The answer was, of course, no, but a better option didn’t exist.

Or we didn’t want one to exist.

Orbán Laczó Iván IX. H