Early June and Late July

Val's been telling me that I use my blog for too big a purpose and that's why I lag between posts. Tis true. A lot of weird stuff happens at my job and I never really talk about it. I'm calling 'wide open' on my blog. Get ready for it being just whatever.

Here's something.

In tv/film, there are a lot strange groups brought together. You have the "Creatives" which are the writers and directors and producers and art department. Then you have the "Strongs" (borrowed from 30 Rock) which are the construction guys and grips and teamsters. And there's accountants and office staff and camera and sound and all these different personalities brought together.

Sometimes when these different groups get together, interesting things happen.

In the production office, there's lot of fancy food. Because there's fancy people that come through there: producers, writers, directors, studio execs. It's the face of the show. So expensive chocolate bars abound and seltzers and Naked Juices and yogurts and coffees and teas and whatever you want. That's the funny thing. If the higher ups want something, people have to jump to and get it for them.

Also, there's been an organic kick (of course) in the office kitchen and a lot of the food reflects that. It's hard to find Hershey's or Nabisco or Frito Lays anywhere. Instead, fancier organic brands like Late July and Back to Nature and Food Should Taste Good stock the shelves.

I was sitting there one day when these two teamsters came in. Teamsters are the guys that drive the big trailers and vans to pick up the actors. Most of them are great. Some of them are ex-mafia. Two of them at my office act like Beavis and Butthead. I've renamed them Chuckles and Forehead.

So when they walked into our fancy kitchen the other day, they had a little conversation like this:

Forehead: Where's the effing doritos? What kind of place has no effing doritos?

Chuckles: These people. What's in that drawer?

Forehead: I think they're Cheez-its. Oh, what the eff? Late July? Why can't they just buy regular effing Cheez-its?

Chuckles: Ugh. Come on. Let's go get some Taco Bell.

Forehead: Nah. I'm starving. I'm going to die, man. I will die.

Chuckles: You won't die. You're not really going to die.

Forehead: Don't tell me things. I know what I know. Oh man. These are pretty good. Pretty effing good.

Chuckles: I'd never eat them. I like Cheez-its.

Forehead: Yeah! Me, too! But this the best organic effing shiz I've had. Try them.

Chuckles: No way. They ain't Cheez-its.

Forehead: No shiz. But they ain't bad healthy Cheez-its. I'll probably lose weight off this. I could use it.

Chuckles: I need to get some burritos in me.