Goth Blood on my Rainbow Backpack

It's not that I don't like Mondays - I actually HATE them. With a passion. A bad passion, in fact.

Lately, the company I'm working for is fucking with me. I'm on the verge of burning out. We're a small "reception" department in a crappy call center run by corporate americans, and our staff has been vanishing for the last six months. Either they're in the Bermuda Triangle, have quit or were fired. Thing is, nobody was hired to replace them.

The load of work, unfortunately, has remained the same. I don't know how much we are left, but it's not a lot. We used to be "full staff" (between 10 and 15 employees) on a Monday like this, with the rain and all, and so far tonight there's me... and some other guy. Which means we don't have time to breathe, really, and it's starting to bust my balls. Some new procedures have been set up, and they're trying to pass this on as "disciplinary measures" when, in fact, it's just "trying to get the best out of the agents we have left while they're still alive by denying them any basic decent right". I've discovered this blatant truth when I received a memo stating we could no longer drink in a lidless cup, eat at our "workstation" or read non work-related material. And since "work-related material" tends to be boring as hell, it basically means we just can't read at all.

So with extraordinary measures usually come a salary hike, but not for us, oh no.

I began sending resumés last week, to get the fuck outta here as fast as it's humanly possible to. At my own chosen speed : the speed of fuckin' light.

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I ate like a pig on Saturday. My friend Kim invited us over for another fusion meal at her place, where seven - count 'em, SEVEN - different plates were to be served. All of which were chocolate-themed. Tuna sushis, chocolate-shrimps with rice, cheese with nuts, lots of other delights, and an INCREDIBLE cake. Not good for the tour de taille, I must say.



Mr. Bérêt & I opted for water, while everybody else went for some wine. I didn't want to get drunk because of my party on Friday, where I drank cheap beer all night, and I must admit I was also quite exhausted after coming home on Saturday. I took a three hours nap with Miss Bijoux and we went to Kim's afterwards, still thinking of our couch.

I also read an article about traveling Europe for cheap in the current issue of the New Yorker, and that was quite hilarious. Grab your copy quick as a new one is on the way tomorrow.

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Johnny Cash is dead, viva Johnny Cash ! I watched WALK THE LINE yesterday, and I wish I would have read Cash's biography before doing so. Because from now on, I will not be able to distinguish reality from Hollywood's fantasy.



The movie is fine, and pretty well directed by James Mangold, but it's still a biopic. It's interesting that Joaquim Phoenix and Reese Witherspoon (respectively as Cash and June Carter) sing their own tunes in the movie, and it's interesting for the romantic viewers that the movie is pretty much centered around their love story, but when the movie ended 35 years before Johnny's death, I couldn't help being disappointed.

That's a directorial choice, of course, but the story's far from over.

The "musical" aspect is also very present. Luckily, I really like Cash's stuff, so I wasn't annoyed by the lenghty concert sequences, But I imagine that the post-MTV generation might be slightly irritated by such emphasis. In the end, I wasn't thrilled by the whole experience, it helped me see Johnny Cash in a whole new light - but the only question I am left with is what part of reality can I believe in when I watch such a movie.