Catering to the lionhearted stereotypes all day really makes a sycophant sleepy. All day with the “yes sir” and the “whatever you say” drains even the sturdiest stalwart of a yes man after a few hours. It’s a decent living for as long as you can deal with the emotional trauma that comes along with working for a person who’s made their fortune by walking all over people like paver stones in a seven-acre backyard that leads nowhere (aside from the manmade pond in the center that houses a catfish who is completely immune to criticism).