'Arriving at "boss" level

Here I am, on the third cup of coffee thinking ...

How the fuck am I gonna pull this off. I sit here , 5’1 ,105 pounds , hair just a bit below the ears and a fresh coat of makeup on (literally done a half hour ago ).

Who the fuck do I think I am, right? Me, supervise? I must be out my mind & they must be crazy to trust me; But a girl can dream, or at least daydream! Who am I ? Well I’m someone who trying to make it out of the slums . I’m someone who isn’t trying to do what even I thought I couldn’t do . But there’s a side of me , who believes in me. She believes I can “fake it to make it “ 😉

So as a short , round , grandpa looking dude approaches me, this is the person who is about to tell me what my life will be like for the next month, I put my hand out for a shake and put on that hundred dollar smile as if I just got a golden ticket. As I hear my customer service voice slip out, I think to myself.... you got this ! Believe in yourself & be the version of yourself that you WANT to be .

But yet again , who the fuck is that ?