You’re not doing what you should be doing.
That’s what he told me.
But he didn’t know what I was supposed to do.
He’d never seen what I did on a daily basis.
Then he comes and tries to tell me what I should be doing.
And what I shouldn’t.
I don’t try to tell him what he should be doing.
Because I don’t know.
So why does he try to tell me?
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