Idiot Teenagers With A Death Wish
My name is Kenoi. And I hate my job.
Do you hate your job? Maybe you're a firefighter, battling deadly blazes. Maybe you're a cop, facing murderers on a daily basis. Maybe you're a secret agent, fighting to secure the future of your nation. Maybe you lie awake at night, thinking about the terrible things that you've seen, or even done. Or maybe you sit at a desk all day, pushing papers and signing letters. Maybe you're sick of working tirelessly, knowing that it there is always going to be another day, always more work, always something else you have to handle. I have only one answer to anybody who feels this way:
Suck it up.
Your job is cake compared to my job. It is double fudge moist chocolate cake with sugar on top compared to my job. Unless you are one of my five friends, go do your little job and be thankful that its not mine.
We get no vacations. No sick leave. We work 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year. We do things that no sane person would do. Our lives are on the line at every moment. We have the weight of the world on our shoulders. And we sure as hell don't get a medical plan.
We literally hold the fate of the world in our hands. Or, at least we hold the fate of six kids in our hands, and they hold the fate of the world in their hands.
We are the Animorphs' guardian angels.