A messenger
I am very sure, that at any point of your life, you have been a messenger before. What is the role of a messenger? It's simple. You just need to help someone to deliver a certain message to another person.
But, being a messenger isn't such a great thing to be, especially when there is a risk that the message that you were supposed to deliver didn't make it to the recipient. Worst of all is that you deliver the message to the recipient, but the recipient got instructions from someone else that contradicts your message. And when everything blows up, the messenger gets into deep water from the person who asked the messenger to deliver the message.
Being a messenger isn't a very honourable thing to do. There are risks involved, and more often than not, messengers do not often get appreciation. Sometimes, when the messenger delivers the message and the recipient knows that the message (though is original and exactly from the mouth of the originator) is out-dated or inaccurate, the recipient does not immediately consult the messenger or inform the messenger that the message is inaccurate, and more often than not, the messenger will remain oblivious to the fact that he or she kept on delivering inaccurate messages until things become worse.
Then, the worst part comes: one of the recipients would then tell you that you are wrong. If you were told off nicely, perhaps you would accept the correction happily. However, often, that is not the case. People might or would raise their voice to correct you, and give you that patronising look. The messenger would then feel under-appreciated and guilty of giving wrong information, yet frustrated that someone who knew about the correct information did not bother to rectify the error immediately.
It's no fun to be a messenger, really. For me, experiencing what I have described above made me felt that I have been given a slap right in the face. I don't know whether I should feel bad or I should feel angry (my instincts tell me that I should have the latter feeling). I feel bad for giving wrong information all this while, yet feel angry that (at times) my work is not appreciated.
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