Think the most difficult jobs are Alaska crab fisherman, hepatitis food tester or Kim Jong Un's personal bikini waxer, but it's actually the White House Communications Director.
Hope Hicks, the phantom wisp, is taking her chiseled cheek bones and low profile and sauntering out of the West Wing in what many are calling a planned resignation. But that could be a little white lie.
Hicks has been President Trump's body woman. Ubiquitous, firm and quiet. And at six months she's also been the longest lasting communications director, a job that has become the menudo of D.C., with a virtual revolving door of different names and opposite personalities.
Former lovable spokesman Sean Spicer was interim communication director a few times. The role was also filled by less notables like Jason Miller and Mike Dubke, who only lasted three forgettable months before adding his name to this odd in memorium.
And then there was Anthony Scaramucci. Brash, plain spoken and loyal, who had a long list of bold ideas and a very short stay. He only wore the comms sash for 10 days but has an incredible story to tell about his White House odyssey.
Never was there such a two-sided coin as the current occupant of the White House, whose impulsive proclamations, policy shifts and Twitter rants are impossible to predict and even harder to explain. But from those who are left in the wake of the S.S. Trump, we can see he is a man who both inspires great loyalty and one who best speaks for himself.