Previously on “Waiting To Get Fired” My shadowing days are numbered, the bright future of watering the plants and feeding the cats awaits. I will miss the days of the tiny pieces of glass in my water, the I’ll shoot you before I give you a raise, the undermining , I wish you died of cancer again, I wouldn’t give you a raise if God’s ear-bleeding voice told me to, and If the police won’t shoot you, the staff surely will. These days will be missed. But today I saw the culinary bible for creatively destroying & assassinating characters. So I’ll hold off on celebrating a peaceful ending with a house full cats & exotic plants and wait on a more carefully crafted, masterminded, grander finale.