The other day I came across an old friend while doing my weekly shopping and we decided to go for some ice blendeds to catch up on things.
It went along smoothly until I asked him about his job. At the mere mention of it, he shifted uneasily and his eyes scanned our surroundings. Finally, he leaned close and said in a hoarse whisper:
"I play games for a living."
It had been a known fact since my high school days that this particular friend loved playing games and often his mind were on his games rather than the opposite sex. At one point he had mentioned that his dream was to become a professional gamer, and it looked like he had achieved his dream, except for one problem:
"It's not working out," he said dejectedly. "Everything's falling apart."