Julian Maxwell postulated his law about four years ago, twelve months after he began working for the cleaning company. His law stated that the quantity of work was proportional to what day of the week it was. So, for example, Mondays were pretty much free and Fridays were a waking nightmare. Nobody has managed to disprove Maxwell’s law yet.

When he postulated his law, Julian was the oldest cleaner in a small cleaning company in West Yorkshire. The business grew in the years to come, however, and soon the company opened an office in London. As Mr Blackwell’s most trusted employee, he was promoted to manager in the new office in the Capital. It wasn’t easy job. Most people thought that being a boss was easy (himself included) but when he actually became one, he realised all the responsibility managers, CEOs and all the other blokes with leading roles carry around all the time. If something went wrong, it would be his responsibility. That’s why we worked harder than he subordinates. He wanted  to set an example, to show them he wasn’t just taking his big pay check without working hard for it. ‘The pay and the work done have to be proportional’ he always said. He wanted to motivate the employees. He was frequently giving them bonuses for a job well done. He would ask customers if they were satisfied with the services provided. Julian was doing everything in his power to keep things running smoothly.

His efforts were rewarded. The cleaners respected him and listened to him. They gave their best efforts and in return, their boss was showing his appreciation. It wasn’t always money they expected. Sometimes hearing the words ‘Excellent job!’ were enough. With the collective hard work, the company grew even more. The more the company grew, the more money everybody would make and the more diligence they would apply into their work.

It wasn’t all good, of course. The company went through some ups and downs, but they managed to endure through cooperation and mutual understanding. The company flourished and everybody’s lives were going pretty good.

But as frequently turns out, things don’t work out well for too long. About two years after he became the boss of the new office in London, Julian Maxwell, the person in charge respected by everybody, was diagnosed with lung cancer. He had been coughing for about six months until he finally went to the doctor. It was ironic, really, because he didn’t smoke and neither did his friends. Slowly but steadily Julian’s life was leaving his body. With every passing day he was becoming crankier and more distant. It was understandable given his condition. A year after the diagnosis, Mr Maxwell passed away.