What the Stories

I swear! Buncha babies! It seems as you get older, the tendency to gossip in cliques and then "hate" on others, doesn't go away. I wonder if it is because I work alone, that I am the outsider. I think I've always been different, and that's why I work alone. Why would I care how you wear your hair? It's hot. Stay cool. It's a job. Safety first. I am supposed to look to you for guidance, yet you keep me in the dark and clai...