Since 1987, New York actress Catherine Russell has been repeating the same lines in the role of Margaret Thorne Brent in the off-Broadway production of Warren Manzi’s murder mystery “Perfect Crime.”

Every performance day — except for four missed shows in 32 years — Russell says: “Is it me or are you just naturally repulsed by aggressive women?”

And “You love me? You’re just saying that because I’m holding a gun on you.”

And, “You look well. Murder cases must agree with you.”

Think about it: More than three decades years of saying the same thing. And, this is key: Russell says she loves it.

“People think I’m crazy,” says Russell, who plays a psychiatrist who may — or may not — have killed her husband. There are eight performances a week. The show is dark one day a week.

I’m writing about Russell because Friday you’ll hear about the other 158 million workers, give or take a hundred thousand, who have jobs in the US.

That’s because the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS) is scheduled to release its employment report for September. The experts expect job growth of just 145,000, compared to a modest 130,000 gain in August.

I can’t argue with that somber prediction because one of the key guesstimates in the BLS calculation will actually subtract jobs in September. The birth/death model, which usually adds a bunch of phantom jobs to the official count, takes them away in September.

The unemployment rate is expected to stay at 3.7%.

Russell has always been among the employed in the government’s statistics; never in the jobless column since she originated the female lead in “Perfect Crime” 13,335 performances ago.

“I am actually very proud to say I have never been unemployed or needed to file for unemployment,” Russell told me. “One of my friends always says I am single-handedly raising the employment rate in New York by doing so many different jobs.”

Not only does she perform in “Perfect Crime,” she also teaches acting and runs the The Theater Center on West 50th Street in Manhattan where “Perfect Crime” and other shows are performed.

And, yes, like just about every other working actor in Manhattan, she’s done episodes of “Law & Order” and still gets checks for the reruns.

I’m not the first one to write about Russell. In fact, she’s a legend in the theater industry — theater’s version of Cal Ripken, best known for playing in a record-setting 2,131 consecutive baseball games. But Ripken had days off. And winters, too.

Even with the four days off early in her “Perfect Crime” run, Russell has Ripken beat by a lot.

Russell didn’t even miss a performance when her husband died earlier this year. And on the day they got married, there was a ceremony at City Hall, and she was back on stage for that day’s performance.

“The great love of my life, my husband Patrick Robustelli, died in March,” she told me. “We were together 24 years, and we met when he read an article about me in The Wall Street Journal that said I hadn’t missed a performance in seven years.”

He said he liked being married to ‘a girl who went to work every day,’” said Russell.

Earlier this year, I promised to not only write about job statistics but also to profile some people with different or just plain fun jobs. So far, there have been the blind people who work at a manufacturing plant in Queens, and the ex-con who was proud of getting promoted to manager of a Mexican fast food restaurant.

I’ve also profiled the kid who was selling candy outside Yankee Stadium because his parents demanded that he earn the money for the PlayStation game system he wanted — and the guy who growled like a gorilla for a living up until the time the musical “King Kong” closed on Broadway.

Russell’s character in the show might be crazy, but in person she is quite sane — and probably too damn energetic for most tastes.

“Doing the same thing over and over again is not for everyone,” she admitted to me while we sat in the theater one recent day.

Oh, yeah, there’s one more thing that Russell would like you to know. “I can also do 180 marine push-ups without stopping — not bad for a 64-year-old woman!” she told me.

Ripken probably couldn’t even match that — even in his playing days.