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Just once, can’t my 12 hour work day win an argument? Why must it always be trumped with a 15 hour day with the kids.

My work day involves me on my feet, cranky customers, even crankier machines that are worth more than I am, no naps, no cuddles and no time with my family. I can’t take my photo finishing to a park. I can’t tickle the cash register. AND NO ONE SHOWS ME LOVE AND AFFECTION.

I won’t argue that his days are sometimes, harder than mine. I know his is 24/7. But damnit. Just once being on my feet for 12 hours straight should be worth something.

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