OPINION: Every year the Reader's Digest puts out a list. A list that damages the heart, mind and soul of every journalist.
It's a list of the most trusted professions.
I was thinking of this list on Friday because I interviewed a few firefighters. Lovely chaps they were.
If something was to go wrong, they are exactly who you would want to see at the scene.
I Googled the Reader's Digest's terrible list for 2014 after speaking with them.
Sure enough, there were the dependable firefighters, sitting pretty at number two on the list of most trusted professions.
And 40 places down the list, there I was.
Journalist. Not liked, not to be trusted.
I fantasised for a moment about what it would be like to be a firefighter. Or a paramedic, who was number one on the list of most trusted professions.
Then I crashed back down to earth.
This week I got called a vulture.
That's pretty harsh.
Why did I get called a vulture, you may ask?
Well, I wrote an editorial about the late Phillip Hughes and about how touching it was to see the Test side paying tribute to him.
According to some people out there, people who like to call other people vultures, it's time to move on - we journalists only bring up the tragedy in order to sell papers, apparently, not because the incident was heart wrenching.
You'd never hear a firefighter get called a vulture, but that's another story altogether.
At the bottom of the list? Politicians and door-to-door salesmen.
At least I'm not among that bunch of degenerates.