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).
Wait.
You know what? Fuck all.
I do the best I can and that’s better than most.
And I’m cute too. Damn it.