My job lost its innocence.

I am tired. My job lost its innocence. I knew other people feeling the same about their jobs: they’re probably jobless now. My job is as much business-like as other jobs. I chose it because I thought it was different: it isn’t. Maybe it would be better to move to a job openly business related: it would sound a lot fairer. My job is actually not guilty at all: people daily abuse its innocence. Sometimes I feel the ability in telling stories is more appreciated than the truth behind them. But story teller should be out of this kind of jobs. Will I survive this constant frustrating condition? I am quite disgusted at the moment.