Working an 11 hour day in a tax office makes you question some things.
This is what I got out of today:
-The last name "Nutt" is funny. I don't care who you are.
-When people try to argue with me about better competitor's prices, it takes everything in my power to care enough to respond
-Being pregnant automatically makes people like you in a tax office (unlike at a gym where everyone hates your awkward body for existing)
-Because I have to be so nice and polite to customers on the outside, my thoughts are becoming more and more bitter and nasty by the hour.
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