Monkey

Lately every part-time job I've had has been about begging for and fighting for crumbs. On one recent job the supervisor held me captive in her office every time I went to pick up my measly check. Mailing my check was out of the question - she got hours of free entertainment from me each week while collecting her salary. I was her pet monkey until the day she asked me to shine her shoes with my tongue. I declined and was promptly fired. She immediately found twelve others who were willing shoe-lickers and promoted one of them to head monkey. Bananas all around!