So my post about bitching struck a chord in everyone's hearts. =) Sweet.
Anyway, besides working in an office filled with 'terrifying' women with fangs, there are certain occupational hazards that come with my line of work:
1) Screaming at naughty kids every day does not do good for your vocals. I can't indulge in my favourite past-time--singing karaoke--now without some difficulty. Shame.
2) The fact that naughty kids come in all shapes and sizes makes you wary of all kids out there in the street. The rule of the thumb is: they may look like angels on the outside, but they really are evil/impulsive/rash/aggressive/etc.
3) You get worried that when you go out to the neighbourhood mall in your oldest and crummiest-looking tee and shorts, you'll bump into your kids. There goes your authority--right out of the window.
4) Your head spins around and your blood boils even though you're already down with flu, so you recover from the common flu after two years--when you quit.
Ah, the luxuries of being a public servant. There aren't any. :)
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