Hi.  My name is Becca.  And I work at the Chip Ship.  That’s the cookie place right across from where you got this microphone set up.  So I gotta be careful, or my boss will see me and he’ll know I hate my job.  He’d probably fire me.  Like I care.  But then my mom would make me get another job, and that’s a pain in the ass.  Besides, I’m not on break.  He’s a real ass.  My boss.  He never looks me in the eyes, if you know what I mean.  It’s like he’s never seen boobs before.  Pervert.  He’s got kids, too.  What I really hate about my job is that, see, it’s really this stupid place.  All we do is sell cookies.  They’re OK, I guess, but they call it the Chip Ship.  So we have to all dress up like pirates.  I have a stuffed parrot that I have to wear on my shoulder and this stupid hat.  And if you buy more than three, the cookies all come in a box that’s supposed to look like a ship.  The other day, the stupid manager bitched me out because I didn’t say, “Yarrr!” when I answered the phone.  Nobody says, “Yarrr!” when they answer the phone.  He doesn’t.  Jerk.  The only reason he called me into his office was so he could look at my boobs.  He is so fixated on me.  I don’t even want to know what he does in the bathroom.  God, that is so gross.