maybe i was sensitive last night.
maybe it was that snooty DAB encounter.
or maybe it was the fact that my dignity got a little wounded
nevertheless, that was my last fucking straw.
what's a girl to do?
when the pay's shit, and the people are assholes, easy...
but as the days are getting closer to my return,
i might just have to tough it out and shut my dignity up...
decision: still pending
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