Boijoy wrote: 40 hours a week I am a slave to the man in the corporate world. <sigh>
Never thought it would work out that way, but it pays the bills.
I, too, am a slave to the man in the corporate world, though they haven't gotten an honest 40 hours outta me ever since I decided to go to BM this year. (Well, in truth, they didn't get an honest 40 hours outta me throughout most of 2009, but I had legitimate reasons for that.) I do property & contracts management for a wireless phone carrier, and I often wonder how I ended up in an office.
My divine purpose is to write, and the Universe keeps whapping me upside the head with this fact. So I write because I am meant to. I love to act but cannot find opportunity to do it much more than the occasional make-believe time with the kids. I can easily think of ten careers I would be better suited for than business. Photographer, chef, gardener, forest ranger, butcher, baker, candlestick maker... all more suitable than a desk jockey. Hell, I would model or provide erotic services but it turns out there's not much of a market for pale, freckly red-headed 40-something men.