
I Really Hate My Job
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- Year:
- 2007
- 90 min
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(3.00 / 2 votes)[cars passing by]
[woman narrating]
What if good things
don't come to those who wait?
I mean, do you just
keep waiting or what?
God, everyone else
is going home.
Why do I have
to go to work?
How is it possible
to feel both isolated
and claustrophobic
at the same time?
Maybe that's my problem.
I think too much.
Christ, all these people.
They're probably
all thinking, too.
But what are they thinking?
Maybe my hopes
are too high.
What I need is not to need
and to live in the moment.
That's it.
I should live in the moment.
What on earth does that mean?
As if I could avoid
living in the moment.
I mean, I'm in it
whether I like it or not.
Breathe.
[exhales]
Breathe.
Okay, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Oh, God, I'm late.
Every day,
another day closer
to the day I'll never
have to do this again.
- Hi, Alice.
- Hey, Suzie.
- [door closes]
- [gasps]
Madonna, I'm sorry I'm late.
It's fine.
Suzie, could you
make me a coffee?
Sure. Cappuccino?
Yeah, thanks. Yeah.
[beeps, whirrs]
[woman]
Hang on.
- [baby yells]
- [woman]
There, there.
- Good girl.
- [coos]
- Sit nicely.
- Hi.
- [phone rings]
- [Madonna]
Hello. Stella Bar.
Uh, I'm sure
we can fit you in.
One moment.
I'm just going to my book.
Right.
Can I take your name?
Yes. Great.
Thanks.
- Thank you.
- See you tonight. Thanks.
- Bye-bye.
- Thanks. Bye-bye.
- See you again soon.
- [baby cries]
Hey, Alice.
- [camera shutter clicks]
- Smile.
I met a guy last night
who said he could smoke
with his eyes.
- How?
- I don't know.
- Didn't you ask him?
- No.
[laughs]
How could you not ask?
[laughing]
I don't know.
Uh, guys, I hate to nag,
but it's getting late.
Did you know it's a fact
that 70% of women
in a miasma of disgust?
- A fact?
- Seventy percent.
Where did you get
this... fact?
The news.
And it wasn't a headline?
Nope.
What's a miasma?
It's sort of like, you know,
a cancer or a dry rot.
Women spend most of their time
in a dry rot of disgust?
[Alice laughing]
Oh.
How's your book going?
I finished it a week ago.
Alice, that's great.
- Congratulations.
- Well done.
What's it about again?
About a woman who runs away.
Where does she go?
To the sea.
What then?
She sits on a pier
and looks at the sky
for about 150 pages.
- [sighs]
- I'd like to read that.
- Thanks.
- I mean, I'd like to read it
if it was interesting.
[phone rings, beeps]
Hello. Stella Bar.
Your name?
Could you please
stop doing that?
Dave, you should be
here cooking. What?
- He hung up.
- Who?
Dave... barking.
- Barking mad?
- No, like a dog...
- Oh.
- drunk.
Right.
So, can Paolo cook tonight?
- What? Why?
- He burnt his arm.
- Is he okay?
He works in a kitchen,
and I'm sympathetic
to a point.
[sighs]
There's only 25 booked.
- What?
- Bonus?
For what?
But I've never
done it before.
Dave told me once he thought you
had real potential as a chef.
You're recommending the opinions
of a man who just barked at you?
He said that
before he barked.
I'm a kitchen hand.
Alice, we are
a family here.
Families pull together.
[whimpers]
[Alice narrating]
Families don't pay by the hour.
[Madonna thinking]
Please, please, please?
Sixty quid
and no more bookings.
Ugh.
- Rita can help you.
- Rita burns water.
[Madonna]
Maybe you should
get started now.
- Can I just finish my coffee?
- Of course, yes. I'm sorry.
[phone rings, beeps]
Hello. Stella Bar.
Greg. Hi.
There's been
a change of plan.
[clears throat]
Yeah. Um...
"Dear Alice..."
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