One week. I've been working under him for a week now, I'm slowly adapting his morning mood, afternoon escapades and evening catch ups. But my boss, he hadn't said anything to me, like literally in total. Except when it is about work or queries about his schedule.
The supermarket incident, which I almost forgot about with previous schedules we have, I am not sure if he remembers me but it bothers me somehow. He might think I'm a distant freak or that I'm afraid of him, just intimidated. On the other side, I'm slowly helping myself. I'm expecting my paycheck on the last day of the month, and am greedy to keep this job.
"I haven't seen you," the landlady said to me one morning, while I'm looking at my unit.
"Goodmorning grandma. I've got a job." I told her before leaving, I was told to
