"What do you do for a living?" is the most awkward question I have ever been asked. What do I call myself? I guess I am a business woman. I am also a secret spy agent. In a way, I am a policewoman but at the same time, a murderer. I guess I'm more of an assassin? That makes me sound cooler.

"I work in a large company," is what I would usually say. I was not lying. My company is big. Humongous, gigantic, so unecessarily big. But I guess the afterlife has to accomodate all of those lost souls somehow. They are tiny and roam at their own place - sometimes they wander off and never come back - but I don't care enough to keep track of even one. They will all be replaced by the next few decades.

I do have co-workers, two of them, but their jobs are slightly different from mine. I guess they are my bosses but at the same time, I hold more power. It is quite confusing. I'm one of the three main pillars that help keep humanity in check yet I am shunned upon so much unknowingly. But I do not care. I had 200,000 years of experience to back me up.

This document I am typing right now... I guess it is like a diary? I have been keeping one for every generation for the past 200,000 years. My accounts on capturing the seven most chaos inducing human beings on that generation. Why is this so important that I have to write it down? Throughout the years, expressions of lust, pride, sloth, greed, envy, wrath and gluttony have changed drastically but the way their psychology works all happen to be quite similar. I account these in my diary journal to make my job easier. Why is this so important for