I got into a semi heated discussion not long ago with a good friend about career paths. We were catching up and I asked what she was doing now. The answer was far from what I'd expected from her and from the way she answered it was far below her expectations as well. She swore, loudly, that her job did not define her. I have to disagree. It's either what you love or what you're willing to tolerate so you can love other things. Both add to the definition of you as a whole. I do what I love though for a while I was tempted to be a fireman. Obviously my sense of urgency is not up to par. To your good fortune, Seasiders, I make furniture instead.