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When I get work doing what I trained to do and love as an actor, it is nothing but pleasure which is why so many of us will do it for free. When I get work doing humanist funeral celebrant work, it is an honour - the money is less than hourly wage so I certainly don't do it for the money. When I am doing my other occasional work which means I get to go round all of London on my motorcycle, the work itself is not so much fun but the motorcycling and seeing so much of different corners of all of London is brilliant. Let's see - what else do I do for work - oh that'll do for now. Being self employed does have its advantages!

I find it deeply suspicious when people profess to love their jobs. If you wouldn?t much rather be drunk and naked on a beach in the Caribbean than at work you are either mental or up to something or both.


Unless of course your job involves being drunk and naked on a beach in the Caribbean.

Brendan Wrote:

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> I find it deeply suspicious when people profess to

> love their jobs. If you wouldn?t much rather be

> drunk and naked on a beach in the Caribbean than

> at work you are either mental or up to something

> or both.

>

> Unless of course your job involves being drunk and

> naked on a beach in the Caribbean.


Why the Caribbean? Can I substitute Goa?

Edited for lousy spelling.

Definitely pleasure, and hey presto I have a social life and interests.

I had a technical/editing tv job in my 20's & early 30's, and now I've retrained and have

a more creatrive career which should see me into old age, can't imagine retiring, and probably

won't be able to afford to anyway. Unless I want live in a tiny flat with a one bar electric fire in old age!

brum Wrote:

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> I've been lucky to have had a very enjoyable,

> exciting career in the fire service. And the best

> bit is I can retire at a young enough age to relax

> naked on a caribean beach without being mistaken

> for a wrinkly old walrus.

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Really...?


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I have always been happy with my jobs, sure they have had moments where is was not all fun but so what.


I feel sorry for the people who does not like their job given how much time is spend on them. If you would rather

be on a beach why not sell all your assets and move to Goa or some such?

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