I woke up this morning at 5, and the first thing that came to my mind was "I think I might have time to sneak in a couple of chapters before my bro wakes up!" Then, I became aware of a throbbing pain in my left forearm, and it just wouldn't go. So I folded my arm behind my back and slept on it.

And now it's stopped hurting.
I swear, I could be a doctor.

On my way to work, I saw 2 police officers writing parking tickets. They had their motorbikes beside them, and they were half a block from the police station. And I couldn't help but to picture these 2 guys riding their bikes one block, getting off, and start inspecting the cars. What were they afraid of? That they wouldn't look cool going on foot and walk half a block to write a parking ticket? And who the hell is dumb enough to park illegally right beside a bloody police station!?

Ah! the weird calls you receive when in a call center!! Unfortunately, I haven't got any of the really weird ones, but one of my friends got a guy who was wondering whether his boss was allowed to keep the dirty pictures of his girlfriend that he had at work, whatever he was doing with them in the first place.
Took some kind of guts to call for that...

Got a lady this morning who was trying to screw the employment insurance. She was wondering if she had the right to refuse her vacation pay so that she'll be able to keep receiving some kind of insurance.
Darn...

work work work

Ahhh! here I am sitting at my very own desk. At work. Pretty neat, considering I didnèt even do any very exhaustive work search. Way back in March, I was freaking out when I saw every classmate scurrying about searching for jobs, and voila, here I am; work just fell from the sky.

It's not the most exciting kind of work, though. I'm an information person at the Labour Standards' call center. Basically, I answer the phone. You get all kinds of weird questions, and some people aren't the brightest you'll see around...

One thing I've got to say, though, is that working for the gov't is pretty much like it's portrayed to be. Pretty relaxed, no boss that drags you to your office when you're one minute over your break time.