Un Poulailler

Been a long time since I wrote about office life.

Some people have done it before; UK's THE OFFICE is there to prove it, and the DVD's lyin' on my shelves remind me everyday that I should have a look at the series. I will, I will.

Won't be a long complaint because I know how boring these things can get. A guy sitting in front of his computer while some other workers are freezing their nuts in this arctic climate may seem like a heartless fuck.

I work in a call center and people are litterally BOMBARDING us with calls. Best way ever to spend a day off. Wasting your time on a call center's line. Sometimes I wish I could send electric shocks through their brains.

And... what's it with employees walking around and YELLING in here ? Do they temporarily *forget* that they're in a CALL CENTER, and that some people are working on the phone, trying to understand what a confused, drooling 99 years old farmer from Saskatoon wants ?

On dirait que je travaille dans un poulailler.

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I won movie tickets in a Montreal Mirror contest. With all the movies out there that I'd like to see these days (CACHÉ, QUE DIEU BÉNISSE L'AMÉRIQUE, VERS LE SUD, DEAR WENDY, HOSTEL...) it would have been very easy to please me...

But no, I won tickets for the "advance première" of FINAL DESTINATION 3.

It was at Paramount at 7 PM on Thursday and I'm still wondering how the hell I could miss my "Planification des Transports" course at UQAM for this. I went with Miss Bijoux and we found a roomful of idiots munchin' on cheap pop corn. The movie itself was quite entertaining, I must admit. If you're there for plot development or revolutionary ideas, forget it. But if you want to see teens die in ingenious ways, in a fast-paced and over-the-top flick, it's for you.

Who knows, I might even see parts 1 & 2 now.