Day at the Office (open)
Dec 7, 2010 18:27:29 GMT -5
Post by Joshua Bernstein on Dec 7, 2010 18:27:29 GMT -5
"Oh, I understand that Hammel has many fine points, but it isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination." Of course, as they had already gone over this topic of conversation he left his comment at that and addressed the question of Sean's job.
"He's a psychiatrist so he essentially works as the school counselor. I suppose a lot of the students need it, being taken from their families just as they're going through the changes of puberty on top of dealing with new found powers. Not that I would know, but it sounds like it would be a stressful combination. He's a very patient person, perfect for the job. After some of the stories he's told me I don't know how he does it, some of those students would drive me over the edge, I'm sure."
He nodded at Cobalt's guess regarding his father. "He does. It's....difficult. Some days are easier than others, you know? My mother handles it fairly well, but I know she's lonely." She only called him every single day; he wished he could suggest she join a Bridge club or some other such social group, but with her failing eyesight it was difficult to pick a group she could participate in. Not that her vision problems slowed her down as much as they should have: she still got out on the road, a whirlwind of white-haired terror. No mailbox was safe when Charlotte Bernstein was behind the wheel of her car.
"Oh, thanks," He tossed his used napkin into the trash can nudged in his direction. "Ah, yes. I see that your escape attempt went extremely well. Hammel seems to have a magnet effect on its alumni, I've noticed. Can't keep them away." Even the alumni who claimed to dislike Hammel couldn't resist, it seemed. "So both of you are University of Chicago alumni. Excellent."
He stood and stretched, glancing out the door into the foyer. Looked like the rain had subsided somewhat: it was still drizzling, but no longer the downpour it had been. He'd better return to work now. "Well. Looks like the rain is letting up." He announced. "So I suppose it is time for me to get back to work. It's been a pleasure getting to know the two of you. I hope we can do this again sometime. Perhaps we can plan on lunch sometime next week?" He hoped they would agree; as much as he liked Sean he needed more friends.
"May I borrow this a moment?" He asked, grabbing the nearest pen off the desk without waiting for an answer and scribbling his cell number down on a napkin. "There. One of you call me and we'll make arrangements for lunch next week."
He pushed the napkin toward the other two attorneys, dropping the pen on top of it. "Thank you again for having me and I hope to hear from you soon." He excused himself with a smile for the pair. He didn't even notice when he smeared more paint on his jacket as he left; he was too preoccupied mentally thanking Leila for asking him to visit. Both Leila and Cobalt seemed like nice people, and they even agreed with him on Hammel!
Maybe, just maybe, he had made two more friends.
(wrapped for Josh)
"He's a psychiatrist so he essentially works as the school counselor. I suppose a lot of the students need it, being taken from their families just as they're going through the changes of puberty on top of dealing with new found powers. Not that I would know, but it sounds like it would be a stressful combination. He's a very patient person, perfect for the job. After some of the stories he's told me I don't know how he does it, some of those students would drive me over the edge, I'm sure."
He nodded at Cobalt's guess regarding his father. "He does. It's....difficult. Some days are easier than others, you know? My mother handles it fairly well, but I know she's lonely." She only called him every single day; he wished he could suggest she join a Bridge club or some other such social group, but with her failing eyesight it was difficult to pick a group she could participate in. Not that her vision problems slowed her down as much as they should have: she still got out on the road, a whirlwind of white-haired terror. No mailbox was safe when Charlotte Bernstein was behind the wheel of her car.
"Oh, thanks," He tossed his used napkin into the trash can nudged in his direction. "Ah, yes. I see that your escape attempt went extremely well. Hammel seems to have a magnet effect on its alumni, I've noticed. Can't keep them away." Even the alumni who claimed to dislike Hammel couldn't resist, it seemed. "So both of you are University of Chicago alumni. Excellent."
He stood and stretched, glancing out the door into the foyer. Looked like the rain had subsided somewhat: it was still drizzling, but no longer the downpour it had been. He'd better return to work now. "Well. Looks like the rain is letting up." He announced. "So I suppose it is time for me to get back to work. It's been a pleasure getting to know the two of you. I hope we can do this again sometime. Perhaps we can plan on lunch sometime next week?" He hoped they would agree; as much as he liked Sean he needed more friends.
"May I borrow this a moment?" He asked, grabbing the nearest pen off the desk without waiting for an answer and scribbling his cell number down on a napkin. "There. One of you call me and we'll make arrangements for lunch next week."
He pushed the napkin toward the other two attorneys, dropping the pen on top of it. "Thank you again for having me and I hope to hear from you soon." He excused himself with a smile for the pair. He didn't even notice when he smeared more paint on his jacket as he left; he was too preoccupied mentally thanking Leila for asking him to visit. Both Leila and Cobalt seemed like nice people, and they even agreed with him on Hammel!
Maybe, just maybe, he had made two more friends.
(wrapped for Josh)
