It’s all well and good getting paid an obscene amount of money (aye right) for what is essentially just standing around and moving the index finger of my right hand occasionally. That’s great and without that my kids would be eating coal and wearing shoe’s made of dead pigeons (which no one has ever seen) and discarded rubber gloves. However, what makes the “job” really nice is getting thank you cards.
Actually that’s a load of crap. Getting paid is the best bit. But cards are good too.