Something about the sound of my name as it slipped out of his mouth was peculiar. Even though I don't recall ever meeting him, I'd like to believe he knew who I was before I arrived in Toledo. I might be imagining things too much. So often does it happen to me. Remember when he told me he liked me? Look what happened then.
The only thing I need to do to get out of here is irritate him. Perhaps add a little extra salt to his soup or disregard his requests for room or bathroom cleaning. Can I mix all of his colours and whites in one load of laundry? To sum up, all I have to do is do poorly at work, and he will let me go. If I can't do the bare minimum, he won't keep me around.
"The last thing you should do is plan to do something that may lead to my firing you. You're in for a letdown. It'
