Story time: This is how I was fired from my nanny job. I came into work that afternoon as usual through the back kitchen door which led into a kitchen/dining area. They had rearranged the room so that the table was now in the middle of the room like in the hallway blocking off the kitchen and they told me to sit down. They sat on one side and I sat on the other like an interrogation. The wife proceeds to ask if I have anything I’d like to admit..she said she wouldn’t judge me or be angry.