Monday was my first full day on the phones at work. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected, although I felt like I was on a conveyer belt in a voice factory, saying the same thing over and over again. It felt kinda strange. Luckily no one yelled at me today, but I didn’t get any sales. There were a few people I probably could have milked one out of by praying on their fears, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it… its feels so morally wrong!
After I finished work at 9pm, I met Nicole at the McGill music library. We walked together to her house where we found her roommate Aria watching the 1992 version of Romeo & Juliet. It was still a visually appealing movie to watch, but I kept cracking up laughing at DiCaprio’s acting. It was so funny!
Aria had just made a batch of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, so we sat in front of the TV and vegged away on her freshly baked delights. After Romeo & Juliet ended, we put on the French film Priceless, but it was too difficult for me to follow without subtitles, so we put in Austen Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me.
Did you ever notice how the French version of this film is called Austen Powers: Agent Secret Oo Sexe? Nicole and I had a good chuckle over the Oo bit. We also had a good chuckle over how bad the movie was. This was one of my favourite movies when it came out in 1999 (I still know most of lines) but we both sat through it laughing at the slapstick humour and groaning with shame that we were watching this. Its so bad!
After the film, I walked Nicole to Milton and Alymer where we said farewell (she to Second Cup, me to home). I went to bed and had a beautiful dream about going to green Niagara for a wine tasting tour with my new Montreal friends, then hanging out in a sunny brown and white mafia artist’s apartment filled with paintings and papers everywhere. I woke up reluctantly to my roommate making breakfast, and laid in bed for awhile trying to fall back asleep. I didn’t feel too tupper that morning, so hit up the vitamin C and echinacea in case I was catching a cold.
Work felt more morally wrong that day, and I had to keep reminding myself that I actually wasn’t a terrible person, it was just the marketing department who was responsible for making telemarketers pester people relentlessly at home, calling then multiple times in a single day for a product that they do not need or want. I made one sale though… so perhaps I’m not as vile as people think I am.
After work, I met up with Jason at the McGill engineering building. We walked down to Harvey’s to grab some pre-movie food before heading to see Tim Burton’s new film 9. It was an alright film, but nothing special. I left the cinema shrugging my shoulders, and Jason and I immediately went in search of a bar. It was surprisingly hard to find one open that late on a Tuesday, but eventually we found one with a horrible screamo band playing in a venue filled with mid-twenty-something’s who looked like they were trapped in the nineties. It was a very odd place to find ourselves in. It was almost as if we were back in high school!
Now I sit at home, having ridden home on my bike. I’m rather sleepy. but reluctant to go to bed. Tomorrow is yet another day of telemarketing and I don’t look forward to it one bit. I just have to keep reminding myself that its just a job… and once I finish paying off 6 months of credit card debt and 4 years of university I can finally buy that pair of blue booties at Aldo which I’ve had my eye on all season! Yay- shoes!