If you knew about my job, you would understand. Let me explain...
Death as a sentient entity is a concept that has existed in many societies since the beginning of history. In English, death is often given the name the "Grim Reaper" and from the 15th century onwards came to be shown as a skeletal figure carrying a large scythe and clothed in a black cloak with a hood. In some cases, the Grim Reaper is able to actually cause the victim's death, leading to tales that he can be bribed, tricked, or outwitted in order to retain one's life. Other beliefs hold that the Spectre of Death is only a psychopomp, serving only to sever the last tie from the soul to the body and guide the deceased to the next world and having no control over the fact of their death.
That is me, "Grim Reaper"
So the job description was "Receptionist" this post lasted approximately 3 weeks and suddenly developed in to processing data of deaths, aka the grim reaper. Fecking recruitment agencies (yeah lets just not tell her what it will develop into!)
I can't think of anything more depressing, I almost cry trying to drag myself out of bed of a morning to come to work and do this! However at this time of "Economic Crisis" and "Global Recession" I can't say I have many options at the moment.
I swear to God (though being an athiest I don't think this will do much good) that the next job I take will be thoroughly inspected with a fine toothcomb before being accepted.
Please let me win the lottery so I can open a cattery. Poor Danie 
On the upside - oh, there isn't an upside.
