All right then

That moment when the new guy rattles off 10 jobs and asks who does them and “I do” is the answer to every one. 

I traded in my little to-do notepad list for a chalkboard.  The extra space makes it look less intimidating than it is. 

Not saying I do it all well, as someone will say it for me if I don’t. It’s like calling yourself fat before the bullies at recess do it first (and you know they will). 


You know what? Fuck  all. 

I do the best I can and that’s better than most. 

And I’m cute too. Damn it.

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