This is a really existential job.
Every day when I come in, I ask, "Who am I?"
I've been working as a substitute teacher at the local public charter school (where my Dear Husband KK is the director of finance) for more than five years now. When I am asked to substitute, I'm not told until I arrive what class I will be teaching. For whom will I be substituting?
Who am I?
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