  I work at a busy in-call centre as a customer service representative for a large daily newspaper. I probably talk to close to one hundred people per shift. Relating funny work stories re: random ineptitards who call us and spout forehead-slapping stupidity would necessitate creating another blog entirely.
So, instead of making fun of people who deserve it, I will now share with you a bit of cruel humour at the expense of generally nice people...with really awful names. I know that I - Sofi Papamarko - am not particularly one to talk. My name is arduous, contains many syllables and sounds a bit like popping corn when pronounced correctly, but at least my name is not... Judy Belcher Clarence Bytheway Gloria L. Bejesus Hugh Pugh Golda Fischenbacher and finally, my new favourite... Barbara Huha Anyway, I think I should be commended on my graceful and respectful interaction with all of these people.
I did not laugh at them at all while on the phone with them. Instead, I have chosen to deride them publicly, on my blog. Good. I found another 99 cent bin wonder at my local sketchy drug mart. Twice Removed on cassette! Fun! I'm going to a French academy to take a language proficiency test in a bit, in preparation for moving to Montreal.
I haven't used French in ages. All I really know is "Je joue au hockey" (which is a vicious lie), "J'Adore Dior", "Poutine, s'il vous plait? " and "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir? " Speaking of coucher-ing, does anyone want to sleep with my friend urlLink Jay ? I'd appreciate it. I think he probably would, too. (Now playing: "All For Swinging You Around", The New Pornographers) 
