Satisfaction

I love my job. My job can be irritating, frustrating, exhausting, scary, lonely, uncomfortable, painful, stressful, unpredictable, and irritating. I know I said irritating twice, it was intentional. If you’ve dealt with the same people I have, you understand what I’m talking about.

I realize I work with a very small percent of the population. I’m not under any delusion that everyone out there is an idiot. I deal with the kind of people that couldn’t make the right decision if their lives depended on it, which it often does. Unfortunately, other people’s lives depend on these people’s decisions too.

I get to hold these people accountable for their actions. I get to take these people to jail, where many decisions will be made for them. I get to put these people into contact with others that have chosen to take on the burden of keeping track of the decisions these morons are making. I get to help the large percent of the population go about their lives without worrying about the ridiculous decisions the small percent is making.

As long as I’ve been doing this job, I’m still surprised at how ignorant people can be. I rant because it amazes me, but I still love my job.

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