If… (Week 86)
This is week eighty-six in my personal “If… Project” in which I answer questions from the book “If… (Questions for the Game of Life)”
There are 125 pages of this book, each with four questions. I plan to take one page each week and answer the questions as thoroughly and honestly as I am able. In addition, I invite you to answer the questions along with me, whether it be in the comments section, your own personal blog, or just within your own thoughts.
Perhaps in doing so, we will get to know each other better, but even more importantly, get to know ourselves better.
This week’s questions:
If you had to confess to one crime you have already committed, what would you confess to?
I haven’t really committed any crimes that are very exciting or scandalous. So, perhaps the most salacious thing I have to confess to would be bootlegging Broadway shows for a stretch of time when I first moved to the city. I grew out of that phase quickly though when I realized I had way too many bootlegs that I never really had any intention of ever listening to.
If you could choose, from what you own right now, what clothes to buried in when you die, what would you wear?
I only have one suit, so it makes the choice pretty easy. I could pick some t-shirt and jeans combo, as that would be more representative of me, but I feel like my funeral warrants dressing up a bit.
If you had to describe the worst job interview in your life, what job would it have been for?
I don’t think I’ve had any horrible job interviews. Not that all were amazing and resulted in a job, but none were real nightmares. I guess one that could qualify would be for Urban Outfitters when I was about 23. I rocked the interview portion, and was told that all I had to do take a quick ethics test sort of thing and as long as I did ok on that, the job was mine. I never got offered the job. Whoops.
If you could have hit any homerun in baseball history, which one would you choose?
Who cares?
Those are my answers to this week’s questions. What are yours?
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1: No confessions. Those that are more interesting should be kept secret until my death. If they didn’t catch them, it’s their fault:)
2: I must be dressed comfortably in shorts and a t-shirt. I abhor suites and it is my funeral.
3: The one where I went up to Kansas City and spoke to an underling and then when the boss came to speak to me it was only for a few minutes before he had to leave for some reason. Sheesh, I drove for 4 hours to get there on roads that were so heavily salted that my car looked like it had been coated with sugar.
4: Not important to me.
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