I really don't want to get into this with you. Good luck.
So I'm fired after two months, no warning you were unhappy, no severance and no explanation.
You're professionalism is astounding.
Your appetite is astounding.
What does that mean?
Steel Cut Oats? Vodka sauce? Pretzel bites? Chuby Hubby ice cream? Lemon Wafers? Genoa by the block? Since you insist to know, I could not afford to continue to feed you.
I responded after that, but not as nicely or succinctly. So let's stop here. But.... Why are all these skinny, boobless, hipless, soulless New York women so consumed by what the live in nanny is or is not eating?
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