My Secret Job

I have a strange job at work, What I do is quite unique, I do it each and every day, Every day of the long work week. My job is to freeze all I see, Make time stop for everyone, Then I go around undoing the bad, Wherever bad's been done. And this makes my day stretch out, Becoming like a week, A week of silently fixing things, A week where no one can speak. But, oddly, I’m not sure if my boss Knows exactly what I do, That I fix the bad stuff she does at work, I don’t think she has a clue.