I used to think that being a professional mover, a barnyard masturbator or working at Starbucks were the worst jobs in the world until I saw March of the Penguins. Penguins only have sex once a year and they spend half of your lives standing around freezing their asses off. On the other hand if being a penguin means there's a chance that Morgan Freeman might narrate a movie about your life story than perhaps it's better than being a barnyard masturbator.