Once again, I am the bitch.
At work.
I do the biscuit trays and the dishes and sweep the floors and lick the grease off of Kayla's ugly shoes. No, just kidding. About the latter, that is. But it bothers me how they keep me away from doing things that I'm capable of because, I don't know. I haven't "certified" or some bullshit. I worked at the other
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