that I remember being a total sneaky scheming rat (there may have been other occasions, only not so well remembered for not being so blatant).
This was many years ago when I worked for a company in Santa Monica that made artsy little fashion accessories. I was living hand-to-mouth then and I desperately wanted a raise, but me being the timid little introvert that I am, and with business not being so great at the time, I didn't dare to go up directly to Roz the boss lady (not Rose but Roz, pronounced Raahzz, and she did have a personality to go with the name) and ask for one. So I came up with a plan. I had a friend James, who ran a small business in downtown L.A.'s jewelry district importing imitation gemstones. I asked him to call the shop the next day during the time when I would be out for lunch, and ask Roz to convey a message to me when I got back; a vague message about how he needed Sam's answer soon.
When I got back from lunch, Roz asked me in an annoyed tone of voice, "Sam, are you looking for another job?" I acted surprised and was appropriately defensive and apologetic, going on about how sorry I was for not letting her know earlier, but I was going to, etc. The scheme worked, and I got my raise. Not a big one, but I was so relieved and proud. Sam the snake-oil salesman had managed to pull off a scam on his scary boss!
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