“Rocky, ocky, ocky,” I yelled, pumping my fist in front of me.
The heat from my Rocky the Raccoon outfit was driving me crazy, and the kids were driving me even crazier.
I hated my job, my boss, and, more than anything, these kids. But it was just that, a job… and I needed the money.
When my shift was over, I took off the sweaty outfit, drove home, and soaked in the tub. I eventually went to bed and drifted off to sleep not long after. Just to get up in the morning and do the same damn thing every
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