I am currently getting paid three times the amount that I got for wiping old people's arses for, as Mr Pigalina puts it, "sitting on" mine.  Alas, I think he does not appreciate what I go through everyday.  It is me that cops the flack when there are no appointments available.  Me who gets accused when the money has not been paid.  It is me that has to fill out forms for people who cannot read or write whilst managing a never ending stream of inquires from impatient people.
Whilst doing all of this I file everyone elses papers and process their paperwork to save them from having to do it.  I listen to stories and offer a sympathetic ear (sometimes I care, often I am pretending) and  make sure client's aren't left waiting too long.  It is a hard job keeping everyone happy.  Every morning I dread going in, but when I am there it is fine.
It is for these reasons - it's not that bad; I get paid alright and I like my workmates that I have to be VERY careful about what I write on here.  I long to write about the seedy oldies and bogans (so many) that hit on me, the crazy names and the downright mad people but I can't!  There is a zero tolerance at work for "breaches of privacy". 
Please, understand my pain.  I long to share my experiences with the world, but alas I cannot.  Unless I want to go back to sales.