Madonna made me quit my $6.50/hr Ticket Master phone jockey job
I went into work at 8:00 this morning with great trepidation. You see, I part-time at Ticket Master in their customer service call centre. Clearly, it's not a primary source of income, but it allows me to keep en vogue
with what is hip and current with the resolutely lower class. Diversions such as sporting events, monster truck rallies and pop music concerts of fleeting, if not marginal artistic merit, are important to this large consumer set. So you ask, what was the source of my anxiety? Tickets
for the Toronto leg of the Madonna
"re-Invention" tour went on sale this very morning.
"Hello, did I get through? For Madonna ticketssss? YESSSSSSS!!"
"I've been waiting for Madonna's American Life tour like for-EVER! My Girl!"
"Two ticketssss and don't you dare tell me how much they cossst!"
After 45 minutes of dizzying caller elation, girlish non-gender-specific shrieking, sobbing starfucker gratitude and overpronounced S's, I finished what remained of my soy latte (I get a double shoté, It goes right through my body, And you know I'm satisfied
), calmly removed my headset, pushed back from my computer, collected by personal items and walked straight out of the building. It's not the power of good-bye, it the power of good freakin' riddance. Omygawd, I totally can't wait for the show.