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May 27, 2008
A Moderate Amount of Power

They walk up to my desk, and they are always so humble and polite.

They look down at the floor and clear their throats softly. They're sorry to disturb me. They don't make eye contact. Submissive. Helpless. Whimpering. Completely at my mercy.

“Please, sir, the printer is out of paper.”

Yes, yes. I nod my head knowingly. My chest puffs out, and the corner of my mouth twists into a smile.

ONLY I KNOW WHERE THE PAPER IS STORED! HOW WILL YOU PRINT YOUR DOCUMENTS WITHOUT ME?

God, I never want this moment to end!