[ WP ] He did n't mind taking their souls . Taking their souls was his job .

Walking up the long flights of stairs from the lobby to the head office of a small, struggling, electronics company. I could n't help but think of my first time. That is, the first time I stared right into someone's eyes, followed the path deep into them, saw their hopes, saw their dreams, and then tore these things away from them with a jot of my pen and a call to head office. 
 
 There are some people who despise me and what I do, but I really do n't care what those people think. I'm a worker like any of you, I help keep the system we all know and love up in the air. Without people like me taking care of the things those who are `` nicer'' and `` more caring'' would never do what needs to be done. 
 
 I am hated, but this is my job. I care about my job and I do it right. I know I am needed, I know in the grand scheme of things this is right. Still, I never said this job was easy. 
 
 The elevator was under repair in the seven story building today, so I was n't alone in my trek up the stairs. 
 
 It was n't often, but once in a while people would recognize me. 
 
 `` Hey, its you!'' An older man snarled with a look of absolute hatred. `` How do you sleep at night? You sorry sack of shit!'' I had no recollection of ever seeing his face, I guess I was more important to the people I dealt with than they were to me. 
 
 Obviously there was no mean for me to respond to this outburst. This was a rhetorical question, I sleep fine, so I shrugged it off and quickened my pace up the stairs. He clearly had no intention of initiating a real confrontation, he was a broken shell of a man, these men could only lay low and watch as the world continues growing ever more terrible for them and their families. 
 
 Last flight; I hate to admit it, but I'm almost excited right before I get to do the deed. I opened the door to the already struggling business and unloaded the news I had brought with me. There was begging, bargaining, even a few tears. I had dropped a bomb and then walked away. For a man like this, his business, his livelihood, was his soul. His life would be drastically altered in the next few months, the life drained from his eyes, he would become a man without his soul. 
 
 I probably should feel bad, and I have in the past, but this is now just a day in the life of an IRS agent.
