Why am I, a self-confessed lazy sloth, choosing a career which is go, go, go all the time? In the holidays you're planning. Of a night-time you're planning and marking. During lunch there's yard duty!
Why am I, a self-confessed hysterically emotional social defect, choosing a career in which you need to constantly keep your emotions in check and need to strike up warm relationships with a plethora of people?
Why am I, a self-confessed coffee-hater, choosing a career where java addiction appears to be a requisite?
Is it part of some grand plan my subconscious knows but hasn't deigned to inform me? Am I a rank masochist?
Could it be, perhaps, that I'm not really as lazy and defective as I have always held myself to be? I still hate coffee.