On My Desk, Though

I arrived to work 30 minutes early this morning.

(I went to bed thinking I would get to work 2 hours earlier than usual but OH WELL).

I sat down in my cubicle and did what I usually do when I get to work - check my emails, write out my to-do list for the day, then talk trash to whoever has run up on me.

I got up to leave my cubicle and I see this over in the corner:

A little plant was sitting amongst my other plants.

*ladylee looks to the left*

*ladylee looks to the right*

Nobody was around. I'm not sure what I was thinking. For some odd reason, I thought that someone had sneaked up in my cubicle area and placed it there.

I hope this ain't no cannabis ativa plant, I thought as sniffed it and peered closely at the leaves of the plant.

If it was, I would've dropped kicked it directly into the trash...

... then I would've picked it up out of the trash and drop it into my bag.

Yes indeed.  

So I didn't say anything, as no one was really around.

I sat the plant down and ran off to the lab.

But Dr. Lin ran up on me in the lab asking about it.

"Did you leave a plant on my desk?" she asked.
"Not me, girl! I got one, too. I don't know who left it. It's nice, though."

We turned to another employee, Lady Charlie. "Girl, did you leave plants on our desks?"

"No," she said.

"Did you get a plant?" I asked.

"No," she said.

Hmm.

Dr. Lin looked confused. She went on to describe the density and consistency of the soil.

*crickets*

I was confused, as I didn't pay much attention to the soil.

But I was trying to run with her on it, though.

"Maybe it's that good soil, that type of dirt that releases water real slow."

We stood there and pondered this notion for a moment.

"I don't know who left the plant," Dr. Lin pondered.

"I don't either," I said. "But somebody'll step up."

"Besides," I continued, "people leave strange things on my desk all the time."

And yes, they do. I've eaten food that I have NO idea where it came from or who put it on my desk.

But it was good, though.

At times, I've made the biggest spectacle, yelling, "Blessing! The Lord knew I didn't make my lunch this morning, and He moved somebody to leave this tasty stew on my desk. BLESSING! Glory!"

*church shouts and church spins in my cubicle*

*cubicle folks kicking the hard eyeroll*

Yes, that free food is good.

And this free plant was good, too.

We stood there in all our confusion, doing our best to solve this mystery, when lo and behold, my former boss rolled up and said he'd left them on our desk.

"It's a tobacco plant. They make pretty flowers."

Aww. A tobacco plant!

That's that dedication right there. He works for the tobacco group and he likes tobacco plants. That's real. I'm not that dedicated.  I ain't thought NOTHING about buying a nice tobacco plant or a cigarette or anything related to tobacco. NOPE!

But that's alright, though.

I like my little tobacco plant.

It is a blessing.

I'm gonna water it and watch it grow.

On purpose. 

Baby Shower Fun

Every once in a while we have a baby shower at work.

This year, there are TWO pregnant ladies in our group. And the first one due up is Ash!

I like Ash. But she use to check our paperwork. And when I would see her coming my way, I would automatically think... "Oh no, here comes Ash. I'm in trouble. She's gonna make me do everything over."

That was never the case. I'm just nervous like that.

And I wondered why she had on pink... She's having a boy.

I didn't bother her about it. She's a lady, and she can wear pink if she wants to!

Anyway, we had a baby shower for Ash!

And there was a fine spread of food.

Fresh fruit and veggies... I was eyeing that real hard.

We had plenty of snacky-snacks: pretzels, chips and dips, nachos and salsa.

And you can't have a party without fried chicken wings.

Those were some good wings. And they got those done that morning at the local grocery store before a brown-out downtown, so the grease fryers didn't work. (The construction workers are highly annoyed that there was no chicken available. Thank goodness they didn't see our tray of chicken).

We had some sliced sirloin steak and sliced chicken.

(Someone bought that at Sam's warehouse. I have to remember that for the next time we have a party, because it was good!)

Potato salad!

You can't have a summertime party without potato salad. Nope!

Cheese!

And we had some sherbet punch.

Now that was good. I watched it being made. They mixed together a bag of frozen mixed berries, a carton of frozen concentrated fruit juice, some rainbow sherbet, and a couple of liters of ginger ale.

 I had 2 or 3 cups of it.  That was some good stuff!

Check out the cake...

The cake was beautiful, and oh so good.

We played games. And there were some professional baby shower game players there, so, uh... let's just say I didn't win anything. Sigh.  But it was fun.  We were competing like we were trying to win the Olympics or something. Hilarious!

And Ash had gifts...

And of course, I made a baby blanket. When she said she was pregnant, I began the questionings.

"What are you having? A boy or a girl?"

I wanted to ask "What are you having, a boy or a girl? I need to know because I need to make a run to the Southside suburbs for some yarn and I kinda wanna get that done as soon as possible."

Couldn't say that, though. And she was taking too long. So I went with my trusty variegated yarn that could go for any sex.

And she liked it! 



So glad she did!

And here's the group gift...

Not sure what that is... It's very nice, though. Baby toys have come a long long way.

It was a fine time!  We need to do that once a week. 

(Oh no. That would mean a LOT of pregnant folk, tho... Yikes).

But it's always fun to get together and celebrate a new life entering the world.

Best of luck to Ash! And congrats on the upcoming birth of your new bundle or joy!

New at Sharbucks...

We have the best bootleg Starbucks coffee station in the cubicle across from my cubicle called Sharbucks. If you are unfamiliar with it, I have given a virtual tour in an older post.

It's a nice little place and good for workplace morale. All we need is a barista.

And every once in awhile, there are special free offers. This winter it's hard lotion bars, made by Lady M. 

They are a loving concoction of beeswax, cocoa butter, and coconut oil. They are wonderful, just right for ashy hands and elbows!

The ladies love it!

So now, in addition to having our morning coffee, we don't have to deal with dry skin!

FOUR Thursday Thoughts (Workplace Edition)

More thoughts. On a Thursday, no less.  Four thoughts... how random is that?

1. So... I am in charge of my group, the beloved Tob.acco group today.

*LadyLee jumps up from cubicle and struts with the hard dap down the cubicle area...then dances like she's going down the soul train line*

"Check it out, ya'll," I holler, my hands raised in victory. "We not working in the lab today. We're gonna work it all out and have a 4 hour meeting at the Piedmont Park, down by the pool area, down by the swings!"

One of my coworkers peered at me curiously. "Send an email," he said.

Uh, I see how folks are.  They want a paper trail. Not gonna happen.


2. I have a bunch of maintenance to do today. Oil changes, column changes, etc. I made sure to wear clothes that I can get good and dirty.  Oil always gets past my lab coat for some reason.


3. I have been working on reports for 3 weeks. My boss, who is new said something special. "I really like the way you write."   That make me smile big like Celie. I am glad of that. It is hard switching between technical scientific writing and creative writing. There have been times that I have read some of my workplace writing and said "Gee, this reads like a story."

Let's just say I enjoy creative writing more. Sigh.


4. There is some mention that we may start analyzing marij.uana. My eyes glazed over and I got the shakes thinking about it.  I told my boss, "Look here, man... I use to smoke weed. Ain't smoked in 20 years, but ain't no WAY I'm gonna work with weed. No way!"

Oh how folks laugh. Oh how folks laugh every time I say this.

It ain't funny.  Can't they see the fear in my eyes?

I'd be like Pookie from New Jack City.

Swap out the crack pipe for a fat blunt and that's me.

Sigh.

Bring Your Child to the Workplace Day

So... 

Today was bring your child to work day.

I have no children. I couldn't bring Sista Callie Jo or Mitch.

No. Just look at them. They don't count as... children. And they may have embarrass me with their mischief.

And you know how folks just around here ITCHING to talk about you here in this workplace.

But my coworker Mel brought her son to work.

And he's an child actor.

She comes in with stories about auditions and what-not. She talks about what parts in movies he's in.

It's all a blur to me. I have only one question:

"Who's in the movie?"

His mother would tell me. And she will go on talking about the movie.

"Look here," I say, interrupting her. "If he get in something with that Brad Pitt or Angelina, let me know. I will gladly take off from work and take him down to the set. I will bring my afro pick, and I will be his hair stylist. And I am bringing some of my friends. He will have a wardrobe person, and shoe person and a tutor. 'Cuz we really tryna meet some Angelina or Brad Pitt."

She said alright. And I am holding her to that. She can come to work.

I've been expressing to her the last couple of days how I want an autograph from him.

"So I can sell it  if he get famous, you know?" was my reason.

She brought him to work. I ran up on him while he was playing a game on his phone. He was sitting in his Mama's chair. (I looked around. I had no idea where she'd disappeared to.)

"Lil man!" I said.

He politely took out his earplugs.

"Yo dude, I saw you in that movie on TVOne. The one where you were out playing in front of the house."

He stared.

"Can you give me an autograph?"

"Sure," he said.

I went and got a post-it note from my desk.  And he signed it in is shaky 10-year-old script.

(I was watching him thinking... DANG you write slow.  But he's only 10).

He handed his autograph to me, and I held it high in the air over my head.

"This here is going to be worth some money some day! Thanks, lil' man."

"You're welcome,"  he said, as he went back to his video game. 

Yeah. His mama must've threatened him in the car.

"Don't get up in here and act like you crazy. Be respectful!"

And that's what he was. A very nice young man.

I pinned his autograph upon the wall of my cubicle, right between the Braves schedule and my calendar.

I wanted to be sure to put it up... so I can sell it later. Heck, I may even have it laminated.

It was nice to meet him, and all the other little kids who visited to our workplace today!

Welcome to Sharbucks!!!

So...

I have drank more coffee in the last couple of months than I have drank in the last 10 years.

That's because my cubicle is in a new area.

The cubicle right across from me contains our bootleg  Star.bucks.

But we call it SHARUCKS!

That's a play on my cubicle mate's name.

And I worked on that sign one Sunday evening. (You didn't know I could do that bootleg graffiti, did you?)  I got tired of cleaning up, so I put on some music, pulled out some markers and a piece of cardboard, and made the sign. We'd been talking about it for awhile, you see.

It was all very therapeutic.

Anyway, back to Sharbucks. It's our coffee shop.

Here's our coffee stand.

There's coffee, tea, and there's that bizarre foo-foo special type of coffee  in the bottom drawer. I never look in there, so I'm not sure what's in there.

How 'bout I look in there and see?

Goodness. What in the world? Pumpkin coffee. Hazelnut cappuccino. Peppermint coffee. Espresso cappuccino.

*ladylee closes bottom foo-foo coffee drawer*

Uh, yes. That's for the special people. Sharbucks has a little something for everybody.

Here's our Sharbucks coffee station.

Nice, but simple. You see we have some Clorox wipes. Can't be getting sick fooling with folks.  We keep Sharbucks clean.

We have our far east therapy thing going on.

While you enjoy your coffee, you can enjoy the nice plant and water fountain. You can barely hear the sound of the water flowing over the rocks, but you can pretend...

There's beautifully framed African art work.

That's Lady M's artwork. She's a nice Caucasian coworker, but she is my "African-American" friend since she spent a couple of years in the motherland. So this is authentic African art she brought back.

Munch on roasted peanuts while you have your coffee.

And  there's some type of butterscotch syrup if you really want to get fancy.

You know, the first time I saw that bottle, I thought... Oh my, who done brought a bottle of liquor up in here??

Ha ha.


There's the sugar, stirrer, and creamer station.

Oh, and there's candy.  People LOVE the candy. I caught a chocolate sale around Easter, so the chocolate goes pretty fast. I tend to mix the contents up every other day to bring the chocolate up out the bottom.

Like I said, I have drank more coffee in the past couple of months than I have drank in the last 10 years.

That might sound like a lot, but it's not. I average maybe 2 or 5 cups of coffee a year. Coffee has always been a rarity. But it's too much. So I've gone and bought some tea.

Turmeric root, lemon, hibiscus, and dandelion root. I keep some of that in my desk since it's not labeled.

It's all good, but that roasted dandelion root tea tastes like some bark straight off somebody's tree. The turmeric root tea isn't as harsh, but for each of those, I have to soften it up with a lemon zinger tea bag.

All that matters is that it's good for me. I can deal with the tree bark taste. That dandelion root tea... all I gotta say is that my kidney ducts are SQUEAKY clean. Wow.

So I have no more than one, maybe two cups of coffee a week. My goal is one cup. And that's going well.

It's a nice little spot. It's our morale builder. Lady M, the namesake of Sharbucks, says it just warms her heart that everyone donates to Sharbucks. If the sugar is low, someone brings sugar. If  the coffee is low, people bring coffee. And so on, and so on.

I myself walked up in here with a whole case of coffee from my best friend LadyTee. She copped it from her cousin. My first question was "Is it hot!?  Did ya'll steal this?"  She looked at me crazy. She had 3 cases and there was no way they were going to drink it.

I had to ask. I would feel bad rolling up in Sharbucks with "hot coffee."

We are bootleg, though. I'm just saying. 

So it's a nice little place. All we need is a barista.

Not sure we can do that. Self-serve will have to do for now.

And that's fine by me.

I hear someone is saying we are too noisy. I'm not sure what that's about, as the cubicle area is usually pretty quiet.

It almost makes me want to stand up and holler "STOP HATING! Can't we have something good for our morale. DANG!"

But I will compose myself. For now.

We will try to be more... quiet.

Whatever that means.

As for now, we'll enjoy our bootleg Star.bucks.

Friday Funnies... the Fashion Edition

So...

As you know, I sit in a new cubicle area. The people are interesting enough. Earlier this week I wrote about making cubicle mate E a batch of oatmeal raisin cranberry walnut cookies. E sits in the cubicle behind mine. I think he is very happy that I sit in front of him.

And then there's the chick that sits in front of me. Dr. Hazel Eyes.

I have talked about her before. That is my online name for her, for the obvious reasons. And when my brother Milk and Cookies was a teenager, he'd come down to the job to see me, and he would whisper to me in his best low voice "Is the lady with the hazel eyes here?  Can we go see her?"

*ladylee kicks the hard eyeroll as Milk and Cookies smiles with anticipation*

So now... I sit behind her.

And last Friday I saw her come back from lunch. I noticed the purse she draped over her shoulder. It had one strap. I thought that was interesting... and perplexing.

So later, as I passed by her desk, I asked if I could see her purse. She was on the phone at the time, but she handed it to me in one move, without looking, and while still continuing talking on the phone.

It was a nice purse. And it was a purse with one strap.

I brushed my hand across the cool surface. It was real leather, not that fake leather. I glanced at Dr. Hazel Eyes, wishing she would get off the phone. She continued talking. I looked back at the purse, examined the tag hanging from the side.

"U-G-G," I said slowly. I glanced back down at Dr. Hazel Eyes.

"U-G-G," I said again to myself.

"U Gucci Gucci," I thought to myself.

Dang. This chick done bought some doggone Gucci knockoff purse. I was gonna jone on her once she got off the phone.

Dr. Hazel Eyes had bought a U-Gucci-Gucci purse. The question was though, what did the "U" stand for?

Who knew?

"Look," I pointed, not caring whether she was on the phone or not. "What does this mean?"

"Ugg," she mouthed. She pointed at her shoes. "Uggs."

Uggs.  Those were some type of boots. They were the eskimo snow boots people wore. I only paid any attention to them because I saw some girl wearing them in the summertime.

Then I looked down at Dr. Hazel Eyes shoes.

Dang. When did the folks at UGG start making sneakers. Wow. And they looked like Nikes. Or Reeboks.

Of course I figured out after a moment that these are regular sneakers. Some Nikes or something. But for a moment I thought they were UGG. Well I don't know what they are. But I knew if I reached down and lifted her pants leg to look at the brand, she would kick my tail.

All while still talking on the phone.

She laughed later when I told her my thoughts on the U-Gucci-Gucci.

I decided to leave her alone while she is on the phone in the future.

This was funny. So funny that I can be dense like that.

Well, fashionably dense.

But that's alright. I got educated that day.

And you had to be there. It was indeed funny,.

And with that said, you be sure to have a good laugh... and a good weekend.

On purpose.

Workplace Funnies: "This Candy"

So... I'd been wailing all last week at the workplace, much to my boss' dismay.  And I hollered whenever she was within ear shot. Especially when she got the notion to leave her office and wonder all about the lab.  And when I was in my cubicle, I'd stand up and crane my neck to see if her office door was open.

If it was, I would scurry over there if her door was open, and slide into the chair in front of her desk.


"My knee hurt! I fell and my knee hurt! You need to let me go home. I need to be sitting on the couch in my panties with my feet up, sipping fresh cool lemonade and watching Judge Judy and Dr. Phil!"

*ladylee wails hard*

*ladylee jumps up and walks like Frankenstein*

*boss kicks the hard eye roll*

She kicked me out of her office, and sent me over to the Director's office.

I leaned against the doorjamb of the Director's office. (And she peered at me curiously because she know I don't fool with management. She knew I was coming with some ol' bull...)

"Hey listen. I fell last weekend. Hook me up with some of that administrative leave. I feel okay, I suppose as I am at 99%, but I think I can be 100% if I can just lay down at home. Please help me."

She stared at me, her lips pursed. "How about you use your sick leave."

I wasn't down with that. I have 800 hours of sick leave. "Okay, well listen. Give me some of that family leave."

(I have asked for family leave to deal with that Oldcat Oscar. That didn't go over too well.)

"That comes out your sick leave."

I decided I didn't feel like talking to her anymore.

Let's just say my wails fell on deaf ears. And I have been forced to continue working.

So around lunchtime last Thursday, I wanted to sit down and have my salad. I also had a little soup. It is collard green and black eye pea soup from the Whole Foods and it is quite tasty. Somebody grand mama must work off up in the kitchen. Yes it is. It's so good that you eat something like that out of real bowl. With a real spoon.

That's what I planned to do.

We keep all of our snacks and real bowls and cups up in my cubicle mate The Cowgirl Cre's overhead cabinet.  I opened the cabinet to get a bowl and I saw this, something that wasn't there the day before:

I looked down at Cre, who was busily typing something on her computer.

I looked back up at the candy.

I turned and looked at the two calendars hanging on the wall of my cubicle to make sure it was July.

I looked back at the candy.

"What in the world?" I whispered.

"Princess Di brought that when you were out," Cre said.

I touched the bags. "Why on earth would anyone bring Christmas candy in July?"

Cre shrugged. "I don't know. All I know she brought it in."

"But this is July, and-"

I stopped mid-sentence. I grabbed the candy tightly in my hand and shook it Cre's direction.

"Praise Jesus," I whispered. "Praise him. I am thankful for this candy, this Christmas candy."

Cre laughed.

"Praised the Lawd for the candy."

I was serious.  You know how I feel about seed. Princess Di had sown some good seed.  I am working on being thankful. I have a food-for-thought coming up on that.

I snatched the bowl and threw the candy back up there and closed the cabinet.

Princess Di sits in my cubicle area behind me. She is a metals expert. You know me, I have brought in stuff and said to her "Look at this! You think this here got some lead in it?"  She has held it in her hand and peered at it curiously and we converse about it. And on top of that scientific talk, she brings in candy for my candy dish from time to time. She likes butterscotch, so I bring that in so she could have what she likes in the candy bowl too.

I walked over and put my hand around her shoulder and whispered "Did you steal that candy out the 90% off cart at the grocery store."

I laughed and walked off to go heat up my soup in the microwave.

But not before she said "No, I got it out of the 50% off cart."

We all laughed.

(Okay you had to be there to find it funny. But it was all hilarious to us).

So I will gladly throw this candy into the bowl, even though it's July.

I am thankful for this christmas candy. 

I rarely eat candy from there, as I bring it as a courtesy for everyone who stops by, but...

I will disturb the cubicle area something awful when I eat a piece, or even when I look over into the bowl.

I'm dreaming of a... whiiiiiiite Chrissssssstmassssss!"

(And you know I will do it, too. I will sang my heart out.)

Minnie in Pink

There's a baby shower today at work for one of the young ladies in another building. I don't really ever remember meeting her, but I was sitting in one of the Administrator's offices, catching up on things, when the young lady walked it... big and swole with child.

"When are you due?" I asked.

"On the 9th," she replied.

My eyes went wide. It was June 6th. "You're due in 3 days!?!?"

"No," she said. "I'm due on July 9th."

"Oh okay," I said.

So today is her baby shower. I wish I would've known she was pregnant, as I would've made a blanket. She is having a girl.

And one of my coworkers made the most WONDERFUL gift for her.

And it was befitting of the theme of the party... Minnie Mouse.

Isn't that special?

And look at Minnie's bassinet... sitting on 20s, as another coworker said.

LOL

I think that is wonderful. I am always amazed at the creativity of my coworkers.

Not everything is science, honey. No it's not.

We are also creative.

Yes we are.

Workplace Funnies: "That Brush Looks Like..."

Funny things always happen at work. And here is one of those many funnies...

So... we have two separate cubicle areas on our floor. My coworker Lt. Commander By sits in one different from mine, so I have to walk paperwork over his way. He is usually sitting down, so I pat him on his head from time to time. That day, I commented on how well his hair laid down, even the gray hairs sprinkled throughout. I told him I couldn't get my hair to lay down like that for nothing in the world.

I went on back to my desk. About an hour later he comes rushing over. He shows me his hair brush.

"This is what I use to brush my hair," he said.

It was a nice enough brush. I thought the bristles were too fine for my rough hair.

"I can't use that type of brush," I said. "I need a heavy brush with hard bristles."

"No, this is a good brush."

I leaned towards him and whispered, "You can use that because your great great great great grandfather was white."

He looked down at his brush. "Here. Try it."

Uhhh... didn't our folks teach us not to use other folks hair combs and brushes?

I didn't want to upset him, so I took the brush, and gently brushed my edges. Very lightly and gently.

This disturbed By something awful. I knew it did because he snatched the brush from my hand...

"Brush your hair, girl," he hollered. He grabbed my head and brushed it hard, trying to smooth it down. "Brush your hair!"

I was shocked. But I tell you, it felt good.

"You brushes out my hair when I was ailing, By," I said in my best Shug Avery voice. "When I was ailing!"

At the same time I was thinking... no screaming inside:

"Lord have mercy, please don't let this negro have lice!!!!!"

(or fleas. *gasp*)

...Because you know that we're not suppose to be using each other hair stuff!

I know he didn't have hair isshas. I have played in his hair too much over the years. And besides, Mrs. By keeps him and the boys lotioned up real good. I know she keeps everybody's hair combed, too. Yes she does.

I grabbed the brush from him and examined it. I was particularly interested in the back of the brush.

*crickets*

Wow! What happened to this brush?

"Dang, man!" I hollered. "What the world happened to your brush?"

"I don't know."

You know how my mind goes all wild. "Boy, this look like you saved all your chewing gum on the back of it and you couldn't get it off. This brush look like you were eating some pancakes and spilled your syrup on it and couldn't wipe it off."

He laughed.

"Dude," I continued. "This brush looks like it got stuck under the stove. Or under the 'frigerator."

"This brush look like somebody came in the house, talking a bunch of smack, and you got fed up and bust them upside the head with it. WHAM!"

Shut a sucker up real quick. LOL.

"That's my teenage brush," he said.  "I have had that for years. Almost lost it one time when traveling, but we found it."

His teenage brush. So he's had that for over 20 years. Yes, that brush has been through a few things.

I tell you, that was one of my happy moments of the year thus far... that By brushing my hair.

I recanted that story a couple of times.

"He was rough because he has boys," my coworker said, referring to his hard brushing of my hair.

Yes. You have to be rougher with boys hair. I guess he'd been teaching them how to brush their hair.

I have a soft brush like that, but I threw it under the bathroom sink awhile ago. I dug it out the other day and brushed my hair... hard. And it worked out just fine. His brush was much better, though.

So thanks, By... for brushing my hair out while I was ailing working.

(You better not leave that brush out on your desk, dude. I might take it!)

EXCITEMENT on the Day Job

There was some excitement today at work.

We have been quite slow at work. So an email came out that stated that a film was being shot outside, and there would be some slight delays in traffic.

Hmmm... Didn't really care. They shoot movies on my block and on my route to and from work. For some reason, the ATL is becoming movie central. No biggie.

Well, they were right outside the building today. Usually they are down the block somewhere.

And everyone was nosey. I got nosey too.

And I went outside and took some pictures.

One of my coworkers "Shawn" was all up in the director's tent hugging folk and laughing... She is a very friendly lady, she is.

So I went over there with her, too.

EXCITEMENT!!

They let us look at the director's playback screen!

I saw the director and the screenwriter!

And I talked to the costume director and the script editor!

EXCITEMENT!!!

Convo with the costume director:

"What movies have you worked on?" Shawn asked.
"A lot," the costume director said.
Hmm... I don't think she wanted to talk to us.
"That's cool. Maybe someday you will win an Oscar," I said.
"No, I don't think so," the costume director said.

Shawn and I looked at each other. What kind of answer of that.

My answer woulda been, "AMEN! I receive that! Yes I will. Yes yes ya'll! And you don't stop!" *high rockette kicks*

Be a positive chicken. Dang!

Hmm... Maybe it was just too hot for her outside. Someone bought her some sunscreen. She smoothed some on. Maybe she felt a little better and would have a better answer later on for us.

Look at that big camera and that fake cop car!

Look at all those workers and film people.

No wonder it cost so much to make movies!

I was out there for a good hour. They were doing rehearsals. No actors as of yet. I think once they blocked al their shots, they brought the actors in. It was too hot for all that. I wanted to see And.y Ga.rcia, but not in all this heat.

Oh well.

The Boss said I had to put in a leave slip. Yeah, I told her... I'll do that as soon as all the other employees outside put in a leave slip. Don't hold your breath, honey!!

LOL!!!

I won't say what movie they are shooting. I don't want anyone running to my blog when googling the name. Temptation was shot on the block last year. And some Mo.rgan Fre.eman movie a few months ago.

EXCITEMENT.

That was a lot of fun. And a good break from the slow pace of work right now. Maybe I will catch the next film that comes along.