I'm never around when you think you need me and always seem to be there when you wish I wasn't. People expect me to solve their problems and then complain about me being involved in their business. I'm supposed to be an enforcer, a counselor, a priest, a friend and to many, the enemy. I am hated and loved, often on the same day.
And clearly I'm masochistic because I still show up for work every day and wouldn't think of doing anything else.
