"Trump is behind the desk talking, talking. And everybody is sitting there pretending to listen."

[Miles Archer]

Why Trump’s Bedtime Habits Rub White House the Wrong Way: Author

Trump biographer Michael Wolff says the MAGA figurehead butted heads with Secret Service and domestic staff over the sanctity of his inner sanctum.

On another occasion, Wolff recounted that Trump blew up after the White House’s domestic staff changed his sheets. “He had a fit,” said Wolff. “What that’s about, I have no idea.”

Wolff went on to explain how the way Trump treats the Oval Office also differs from previous administrations.

“It’s like a bus station, it’s just filled with people, 20 people, 30 people, more. They bring in chairs. Almost anyone can come in and sit down and Trump is behind the desk talking, talking,” Wolff said.

“It’s like a monologue... And sometimes it’s kind of funny, he’s trying to make jokes, or then digressing into, you know, have no idea where. And everybody is sitting there pretending to listen.”

https://www.thedailybeast.com/trumps-bedtime-habits-rub-white-house-the-wrong-way-wolff/

[Lovie777]

1. While hiding his swollen legs................

[underpants]

2. I thought the sheets and cleaning up was from the first term.

He’s a slob.

[Ping Tung]

3. It's Muzak to their obedient ears.

[justaprogressive]

4. Yuk.

[greatauntoftriplets]

5. Who does he want changing his sheets?

I doubt that he knows how.

[bamagal62]

6. The whole attraction to this

gross, icky, slob is so baffling to me. I never did understand it. Never will.

[riversedge]

7. Trump loves to hear himself talk-and talk and talk!!

[tanyev]

8. Had a boss like that. Desperately needed an audience All.The.Time.

His office was between the back workroom and the front area where the public sometimes came in to get copies of documents we had. It was also our only exit into the rest of the building where the restrooms and kitchen/break area were. So, lots of reasons for me to walk from the back workroom, where my desk was, past his open office door.

I soon learned to carry files and walk quickly past his door as if there was someone out front I was helping, because if you didn’t, chances were good he would call you into his office on some made-up reason and then you would dazedly emerge a couple hours later after hearing endless stories about himself, his family, people he didn’t like, future plans for the office, etc., etc.—all while I had stacks of work on my desk he definitely expected to be completed.

It was exhausting, and the longer he knew you, the more suspicious he got of you. Every new person that joined us eventually came to the same conclusion about him, though some took longer than others. We had a little good-bye party for him when he left to go work somewhere else, but the real party was after he was gone.

I’d never run into anyone like him before or since. And I’d never paid any attention to Trump before he began campaigning for president. But once Trump was out there 24/7 and stories started coming out about how he behaved in the workplace, I got serious deja vu.