“Niccole, the floor needs to be swept.”

                “Niccole, fill up the fry buckets.”

                “Niccole, wipe down the walls.”

                “Niccole, why don’t you mop out the freezer?”

                “Niccole, take out the rugs.”

“Niccole, you need to come in.  Christine’s sick.”

                “Why hasn’t anybody cleaned this machine yet?  Niccole, you do it.”

                “Nepotism my ass,” I thought, glaring at my dad’s back.