My job. What can I say? I work with a corn and sleep loving girl A flirity yet serous boy A smart and hyperactive girl A computer-intellegent boy An autopsy and psychological expert, his clumsy and talkative assistant And then theres me, the boss, the one that has a cold exterior. The one that always follows her gut feeling. We were, what Tiffany liked to call, a family. Alway worrying about e