It was late at night but the light was on in Ted’s room. When I ___CAME___ in, he didn’t even turn to me. I looked at his monitor and realized that he ___WAS_SURFING___ the Internet for job vacancies.
“Why do you need a job?” I asked. “You ___WERE_EMPLOYED___ by Mr. Green only a week ago as far as I remember.”
“Yes, I was. I got a job of a waiter in his restaurant. But I ___HAVE_LOST___ that job already. They said I was rude to a client.”
“Were you?” I was surprised since Ted was the ___MOST_PATIENT___ and tolerant person I’d ever met.
“Yes, it was probably rude of ___ME___ to tell those ladies that I wouldn’t bring them anything else. Just imagine – they had changed their order three times! Each time they tried a dish, they ___DID_NOT_LIKE___ it. When they said that for the ___FOURTH___ time, I lost control. One of the ___WOMEN___ called for the manager and complained.” Ted nervously turned back to his computer. “I didn’t like that job anyway.”