The Seagull

You are the human seagull,
In my life often stopping,
To fly in from the bright blue sky,
To leave with me a dropping.
You feel cleansed by the visit,
I hope you’re proud of it,
Because you have left me feeling stressed,
In your pile of shit.

This is my day. However, I've developed the Monkey Theory.

People come to me with a monkey on their shoulder. The monkey is their problem. When they start to speak, the monkey puts a foot on my shoulder too. They can leave me with the monkey, or take it with them. I like to encourage them to take it with them. At worst, I take the monkey, train it for a short while, then give it back.