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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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I'm tired and traffic is a killer today. Work was exhausting. Complaints from adminstrations, employees, and Patients. I hate being in middle Management because you get caught in the middle. I often wonder why I took this job. Why didn't I just stay as a floor nurse.
I walk in my front door and I instantly here my Husband yelling at my Son and telling him he was not going to his football banquet because his room was not clean to his specifications. I walk in and try to calm the situation. I cheerfully greet the house out loud "Assalaamu Alaikum everyone. I look at my husband and asks aren't you ready for the banquet. Wa Alaikum Al Salaam
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