Now see here, I've lost 24 pounds and 8 inches in the last week.
I'm melting away! I'm now five feet two.
This is madness! Madness! I've had enough.
I've caught you cutting my pants legs, my shirt sleeves.
It won't work.
I'm going to begin eating again.
I think that you are some kind of witch!" It was soon after that the boss called me into the office I climbed into the chair across from his desk.
Henry Markson Jones II?" "Of course, sir." "Well, Jones, we've been watching you carefully.
I'm afraid you just don't fit this job anymore.
We hate to see you go like this...I mean , we hate to let you go like this, but..." "Look, sir, I always do my best." "We know you do, Jones, but you're just not doing a man's job back there anymore." He let me go.
Of course, I knew that I would get my unemployment compensation.
