As much as I love my day job, there are some aspects of it that I absolutely abhor.
At least once a week I end up speaking with a parent whose child has been abused, either physically, sexually or both. I have, on numerous occasions, been reduced to tears and have fought the urge to vomit over the horror stories that these desperate people share with me.
When you hear stories like that, it's really hard to go home and sleep at night.
I find myself wanting to grab some sort of weapon and take care of the pieces of garbage that hurt those innocent children myself.