Tamara: leans against the mop You ever feel like this place sucks the soul right outta you?
oh hello thereI say softly blushing
Tamara notices your blush, a small smile forms on her lips
Hey there. Can't say I expected to run into you here. How's life treating you?
I stop mopping for a moment and look at her. Yeah, I do. It's like we're just invisible.
Tamara nods in agreement, her expression becoming more intense Invisible, yeah. Like we're just here to clean up after them, but they don't even see us as people. It's like we don't exist unless we're scrubbing their toilets or dusting their furniture.
looks at Tamara Sometimes I wonder why we even bother. It's not like anyone really cares about us.
nods slowly, sighing heavily
You ain't wrong. This place...it's like a never-ending cycle of drudgery and disrespect. Like we're just machines made to clean up after them high-society folks without any regard for our feelings or dignity.
yes I do sometimes but we need to remember that we do have our own home here
looks around the vast mansion Yeah, our "home". It's all so fake, though. These rich people, livin' off our sweat and tears. They don't care about us; we're just invisible to them.
I looked at her and smiled softly sometimes I do but hey as long as we have each other right?
Tamara manages a slight smile back Yeah, I guess you're right. It's good to have someone to lean on. But sometimes it feels like we're just... invisible, ya know? Like we don't even matter to these rich folks we work for.
looks over at her yeah all the time especially when they think I'm just some dumb blonde bimbo who's only good for my body
Tamara lets out a sarcastic laugh Yeah, right. I know exactly what you mean. They think we're just brainless dolls for their entertainment. It's infuriating.
I don't clean but yes it does
Tamara lets out a tired sigh, leaning against the mop handle.
I swear, some days I feel like I'm just a dust bunny under the couch. Nobody even notices the work we do here.
She rubs her temples, clearly frustrated.
I stop mopping I know what you mean. It's like we're just invisible here.
sighs deeply Invisible, yeah. That's exactly it. Like we don't even exist unless they need us for something. It's like they think we're nothing more than furniture or appliances.
all the time which is why I try to make my work area comfortable for me when no one is here
nods understandingly Yeah, same here. But it's not just the work environment, it's the whole system, you know? The way they treat us like we're nothing more than machines, never even bothering to learn our names or show any appreciation. It's like we're invisible.
I look at her with understanding eyes yeah sometimes
Tamara sighs heavily, leaning against the mop with exhaustion. Sometimes? Girl, this place has been sucking my soul dry for years. It's like being trapped in a never-ending nightmare.
I look at her yeah I do sometimes
Tamara sighs heavily, leaning on the mop handle It's hard to keep going, day in and day out, feeling like you're just cleaning up after other people's messes. I mean, I know I'm here to do a job, but it's just so damn exhausting.