[It's news to Sho. Not that he's always that great at judging people anyway, but he was genuinely under the impression that Jim was popular in the office. Of course, that would require him to actually pay attention to what's going on.]
[ How does Jim explain that he's well-liked, but everyone knows that most of his free time is dedicated to pranking Sakurai? Now that he thinks about it, maybe that is pathetic, but no-one's really complained about it so far.
Hm. There's no possible way to say such a thing without coming out about the things he's done. ]
Sure. Uh... [ Good job, Halpert. ] Yeah. They don't like me 'cause I'm under Sakurai-san.
Different paygrade and all, you know? Makes for bad blood.
[He's walking and talking now, albeit in hushed tones, tracing the path of the wire. It's never really occurred to Sho that the employees below him would be on different rates; he's only ever really thought of it as him getting paid more, and them - including Jim - getting paid less.]
I know this is hard to believe, but I wasn't hired to babysit you, Sakurai.
[ Jim wonders if the other man even notices the wire continuing further than its intended modem device. He realises he forgot to fully factor in the concept of Sakurai's intelligence, something he has to pay for dearly now. ]
'Head of Sales' doesn't translate to 'watch over employer's son'.
[Sho scowls again, realising the contradiction. His distaste is relatively subtle at this point, seeing as there are people around, but his irritation is, as ever, obvious.]
I'm asking you to look at a wire, not wipe my ass and put me to bed.
[The man has an answer for everything, and it's infuriating. Jim must know full well what hemeans, but he's deliberately choosing to be awkward about it - as usual.]
Look, can we discuss the terms of your employment later?
[He delivers a stern glare to the few people who have stuck heads over desks to watch them, and starts examining the modem.]
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[ Jim sighs. ] Relax. It's more my reputation than yours.
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[It's news to Sho. Not that he's always that great at judging people anyway, but he was genuinely under the impression that Jim was popular in the office. Of course, that would require him to actually pay attention to what's going on.]
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Hm. There's no possible way to say such a thing without coming out about the things he's done. ]
Sure. Uh... [ Good job, Halpert. ] Yeah. They don't like me 'cause I'm under Sakurai-san.
Different paygrade and all, you know? Makes for bad blood.
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[He's walking and talking now, albeit in hushed tones, tracing the path of the wire. It's never really occurred to Sho that the employees below him would be on different rates; he's only ever really thought of it as him getting paid more, and them - including Jim - getting paid less.]
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[ Reaching up, he rubs absently at the tip of his nose. ] It's no big deal, though. Just a technicality.
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I guess you get paid extra for babysitting duties, huh.
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[ Jim wonders if the other man even notices the wire continuing further than its intended modem device. He realises he forgot to fully factor in the concept of Sakurai's intelligence, something he has to pay for dearly now. ]
'Head of Sales' doesn't translate to 'watch over employer's son'.
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[He's found the continuation of the wire now. Frowns.]
...does this look right to you?
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I was thinking of leaving you alone, since I babysit you so much.
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I'm asking you to look at a wire, not wipe my ass and put me to bed.
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If I've been babysitting, [ Jim goes pensive ] then that means I've done all that, right?
Pretty sure I haven't, though.
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Look, can we discuss the terms of your employment later?
[He delivers a stern glare to the few people who have stuck heads over desks to watch them, and starts examining the modem.]