The lady who is supposedly more qualified than me just called me Tracey. My name is Stacey not Tracey. I can remember her name. My name is on the sign right outside my door. Perhaps she could just read it.
I'm sorry Tracey. There's another gal at work now named Ashlee McKenzie and I'm like... Ripoff! I am the Ashley classic! Now when people say Ashley I don't immediately get to turn around. It's high school all over again.
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