You're fired!
The words were resoundingly hissed as though they were evoked from the lips of Donald Trump himself.
I was tending baby c8 last night and we were getting along superbly when she started routing around a bit with her mouth — looking for a drink. I tried the pacifier, but to no avail.
I hollered in the next room, Looks like she’s getting hungry.
No, reaction. I mentioned it once more.
Suddenly, the door swung open and cs gave me the word, You’re fired! You’re no longer fit to be her babysitter as she whisked c8 out of the room.
Ouch! That hurt. It's a good thing that I don't wear my feelings on my sleeve.
She doesn’t even play fair…I wonder if c8 feels the same way.
2 comments:
it's rooting not routing. and if you recall I didn't fire you totally, just fired you, er, demoted you, as in you can no longer be the head babysitter. Right now you are still apprenticing.
You may be right, except I'm pretty sure that she was trying to route the shortest distance to her next meal.
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