No Sir.

Im an accountant.

I lifted myself from the now luke warm bath. I spent the last 30 minutes scrubbing away all the feeling from my skin with as much cherry blossom body wash as my nose could stand.

The bath water was a slight grey color as I pulled the plug on the drain. The sudsy water disappeared into a tiny whirlpool above the drain.

I pull myself from the tub, my muscles still sore from whatever hell happened over the last 24 hours. I pull my towel from the rack wrapping it around my hair and twisting it up while I get another towel to pat my body down with.

Taking my favorite shea butter lotion, I slather myself in it from head to toe. I wrap my second towel around my body when I finish and head to my bedroom. I really need to do laundry soon. My laundry hamper was brimming full and clothes started to haphazardly fall off around the sides. Not a right now issue.

I step toward my dresser there is barely anything left inside as far as useable outfits go. I opt for some baggy heather colored leggings and a blue t shirt. I pick out one of my fancier bras that I usually reserve just for work. Dropping my damp towel, I dress myself resting on my bed as I shimmy into my push up bra and t shirt. I pull on some warm, fluffy socks and then my leggings.

I head back to the bathroom grabbing up the men's clothes on the floor and regrettably adding them to the laundry heap. They were comfy enough so I don't want to get rid of them. As im about to drop them into the heap I catch a whiff of something. I take a small sniff of the shirt smelling a hint of musky cedar wood cologne and closing my eyes to take another breath.

Gross. What am I even doing right now. 

I toss the shirt down into the pile and move to the next room over, the kitchen, to get a bagel and peanut butter to have before I have to head to work.

I munch through the dense glutinous treat while I sit on the couch, I don't even bother to turn on the TV on to distract me. It must've been a long ass night because it's already 4:30 and I have to leave for work already. I feel like I literally just got home 2 seconds ago.

By the time I get most of the way through my bagel I've ambled over to the door. I pick up a maroon Victoria's Secret drawstring bag next to my black slides that I pop on by the door and head out and back to the bus stop.

At least I won't have to head to campus.

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The air brakes signal me to pop up from my seat. I step out of the bus, walking just a few minutes from the bus stop I get to the edge of the parking look at look up at the sign. The lights haven't turned on yet which means I still have a good amount of time to get dressed in my work clothes with the other girls.

I hope you're happy with my job in accounting dad...

I head into the back entrance of the building and type my employee code into the key pad and the door buzzes. I pull at the handle and walk through the dank hallway, the stained grey carpet peeling and torn in spots until I arrive at a room of half rusted lockers plastered in various stickers.

Some of the lockers have Hello Kitty, some have crudely sharpied on dicks, some are bare except for the rust and dents and scratches, of course. I come to my locker are turning the corner. I've been able to collect a menagerie of assorted stickers that works friends or I have accumulated over the years. My favorite is a strawberry cow sticker that my baby cousin gave me from Dutch Bros when I went to visit home in Colorado years ago.

I brush my finger across the face of the cow before twisting the dial and jerking the door to open my locker. I put my draw string bag inside on a hook, tossing in my headphones and pull out a small pink makeup bag from the upper shelf. I push between some clothes hanging up to grab some knee high shiny black platform heels and some black lacey lingerie, ripping the tags off of brand new clothes.