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I run a sweatshop making knock-off Nike merchandise. My three cats work night and day and I only pay them 3 cents an hour.
But seriously, I'm not a 'big boy' in this business. I leave that to my hubby. On the other hand, I am a fairly integral part of my current day job. When I leave to have my baby, and my partner in the job gets fed up (not long after I leave I have a feeling) the entire department is gonna be FUCKED. Its quite a good feeling to know that I'm so important but its even a better feeling to know that I'm getting out of the rat race (finally) and into something much more profitable and enjoyable without all the hassle.
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