Is it your calling?

[Les Biehn]

Are you fulfilling a dream? No

Are you happy in your job? No

What do/did you really want to do? Make films

Too many questions? To what?

 

[REDLAND]

Are you fulfilling a dream?

Are you happy in your job?

What do/did you really want to do?

Too many questions?

Not really, I'm definatly in the work to live camp

90% of the time is OK, the people are cool too

Defence stuff/be in the Navy, so I'm not far off really

 

[Trufflehound]

...i wanted to be a PE Teacher - or an airline pilot...

I never wanted to be a barber. I wanted to be a lumberjack.

Leaping from tree to tree as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia... The giant redwood... The larch... The fir... The mighty scots pine. The smell of fresh-cut timber! The crash of mighty trees! With my best girlie by my side...

And we'd sing, sing, sing...

 

[Meade's Ball]

Are you fulfilling a dream? How i exist may be the dream of someone else. A mutated goodfella, half pizzaface half-Joe Pesci, likes to follow me and watch as an emotive chaos tickles and thunders without face. This ovenable beast is most likely an evening chap relying on the darkness of night and dim-lit streets to rest and feel at one with those who waits for buses and strut from emptying bars and Kendoddy Fried Chicken huts. But in the daytime he just masks himself, manages and observes as my almost unseeable antics unfurl without regard. I imagine he's merry or inspired when things collapse, when shells break, when bones snap, when hope deteroriates, when exam results come through and each raised initial has a minus beside it. So he likes and feels reassured when i shake in front of sudden bus movements or when families holler in a dialect beyond my understanding about something that's just happened. If he ever had the chance or i shut my eyes too long this heavy breather would have me by the throat, huffing the final discord in could ever sniff in my direction.

Are you happy in your job? I am unhappy to be without inspiration a lot of the time. But they are good in that they've let me blandly recover from a toppling in 2 years. I want to leave the minute i am well enough to do so, but will wave gratifyingly as i depart.

What do/did you really want to do? I want to go on courses and learn to write. How to structure and amend and understand and characterise and spell.

Too many questions? Not enough prizes.

 

[NMH]

There are plenty of fit and active octogenarians around who need a pension to supplement the paltry pension the Government give them.

Great, and I remain sad for them if they wasted a shitload of their healthy YOUTH doing a dull job just to achieve that pension.