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I discovered this snippet of a post that I wrote in March 2011 and saved as unpublished draft. I don't know what inspired this or even where I was going with it, but I like it. It was true three years ago, and it's true today.

I like my job. It's frustrating, challenging, and sometimes even exasperating. There are times that I have to close my office door and drop to my knees in prayer because I just don't what else to do. I'm yelled at, I'm hated, I'm sometimes even vilified. But sometimes I'm loved and somehow that's rewarding enough to go on.