As I sit on the train home from London, after another day of auditions, I look around this packed off peak commuter and wonder how many people actually like what job they have.
Miserable drawn faces, pale skin from being inside all day, emptiness pouring out their eyes; it all makes me glad I chose to do what makes me happy.
I'd wager that not a single person on this train know by whom they are sitting. By this I do mean oneself, the person whom unobtrusively speaks to them through their televisions every night selling them the latest and greatest products they probably don't need!
Anonymity by all accounts is a very precious thing to behold in my line of work. The slight twinkle in someone's eye every now and then or a double take from someone thinking "I'm sure I know him!" gives you that little feeling of satisfaction knowing you've done your job correctly.
I aim to keep private when the day finally arrives of being thrust into the world of fame but only time will decide how long that lasts.
Please don't get me wrong but I'm sure there are plenty of other people who are quite satisfied with the work they do, aiming for the things in life their hearts crave so much. It does make me wonder though how often these people change jobs, wanting the change every so often.
I had a job for ten years, I didn't mind it but working in a cinema wasn't exactly my idea of working in the movie business. I'd rather be on the screen entertaining people than serving them popcorn.
When the time comes to film next week I will be doing everything in my power to get more from the "it's not what you know but who you know" people to give these, stuck in a rut, fixed routine people on the train someone to really ponder over.
Anyway, now that's off my chest please feel free to comment or go about your business but please at somepoint in your life please do what YOU want to do.
Michael
