Another day on the job full of stress and I come home to this: “Roberto, clean the gutters! Roberto, fix the lamp. Roberto, let’s make love.” Dammit, woman! I’ve already had a long day. So, she says, “Roberto, long day, huh? And what exactly do you do all day?” No appreciation; no gratitude. What do I do all day, woman? What do you think I do all day from 6am ‘til 8pm? I WORK. Do you actually realize how many jobs I have? Ten, at least. After a long day on my feet I just want a shot of tequila and a foot rub…..
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- Written by: Alisa Murray