She's been telling me about the pain of her job. Well, jobs, more than likely, it's all plural, pains of jobs. I myself take multiple pains over listening to her words constantly crawling through my receiver, while those distinct phonemes become insignificant and at the same time as faint as a memory. What is she telling me? I don't know these people. Is this her way of letting me know that she did it and now has the freedom of complaint?