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xaaraAnd this, right here, is why I love people.
Although I have to say, I'm sorry, Mona Lisa guardspeople, you don't have a stressful job until you are trying to narrate a tour of Arlington National Cemetery to eighty-five middle-schoolers on the muggiest day of a Washington summer, one of them telling you about every three minutes that she thinks she's going to vomit, one who won't take off his headphones, two in a silent staring battle at the back of the bus, and one who's crying about how her boyfriend broke up with her to three sympathetic cooing friends. Or a job where you have to manhandle three hundred hot and angry people, fully half of whom are larger and scarier than you, into a line. Or a job where you have to tell flyboys that no, submitting some sort of half-assed muster report in which their command has inexplicably doubled in size overnight doesn't quite cut it, try again. Or a job where you have to simultaneously translate between the American police and the Italian who's just been rear-ended outside the base.
Me, over here? I will trade!
Although I have to say, I'm sorry, Mona Lisa guardspeople, you don't have a stressful job until you are trying to narrate a tour of Arlington National Cemetery to eighty-five middle-schoolers on the muggiest day of a Washington summer, one of them telling you about every three minutes that she thinks she's going to vomit, one who won't take off his headphones, two in a silent staring battle at the back of the bus, and one who's crying about how her boyfriend broke up with her to three sympathetic cooing friends. Or a job where you have to manhandle three hundred hot and angry people, fully half of whom are larger and scarier than you, into a line. Or a job where you have to tell flyboys that no, submitting some sort of half-assed muster report in which their command has inexplicably doubled in size overnight doesn't quite cut it, try again. Or a job where you have to simultaneously translate between the American police and the Italian who's just been rear-ended outside the base.
Me, over here? I will trade!