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Saturday, March 27, 2004
  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.
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.
 

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