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INT. BOX FACTORY – MORNING Breanne is working when she overhears the Production Manager and VP of San Antonio talking in the VP’s office, right next to hers. They’re talking about magnets, presumably about their contribution to the giant machinery in the plant. Breanne stops working and pokes her head in the office. BREANNE (interrupting) [...]

INT. BOX FACTORY – DAY PRODUCTION MGR – hands Breanne a camera Hey. BREANNE Hey T-Bone. PRODUCTION MGR Why do you keep calling me that? BREANNE It’s my new nickname for you. Do you like it? PRODUCTION MGR No, I don’t. Can you please email me the photos on that camera? BREANNE Not until you [...]

You know those songs that you think you know the words to until you’re actually singing them in public and everyone stares at you? As I grow older, I’m coming across more and more of those. Most of these songs are songs that I’ve “known” since childhood… little did I know, I was living a [...]

This morning, our HR lady bought a bunch of nice, big, ripe peaches and brought them to the office. She brought me one after lunch that she had put aside for me, since I had missed the rush and clamor that morning of all the fatties trying to get to the food first (I am [...]

I work in the middle of nowhere. No, seriously. Across the street from the office, there is a giant lumber warehouse. One one side of us, there is a grove of trees and on the other side is a corn field (or cabbage, or cauliflower, or whatever’s in season). So, with us being away from [...]

I fear I may be losing credibility at work. In a search of my outgoing emails containing the word “important” in the subject line, I find 3 emails to my boss. In each of the emails are: a gif of a ninja squirrel (Important Ninja Squirrel), a video of a chimpanzee riding on a segway (Important Email About [...]

I got a phone call from mom while I was at lunch. Approximate transcript as follows. INT. WHATABURGER – SMALL BOOTH – LUNCHTIME   Me: <phone rings, volume is set too loud. Ringtone: Muffin Top> Y….ello. Mom: Hi. Where are you? Me: Uh… Whataburger? Why? Mom: Do you have a lawyer? Me: … … what? [...]

When I find a low price on gasbuddy and drive there to find that it’s just as high as the other gas stations, I feel like I’ll bet the people in zombie movies feel when they search out to find non non-zombie-infested towns but they just find more zombies. It’s kinda the same.

Yesterday on my drive home, a police car sidled up beside me on the highway. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his car and glanced to my right, then did a double-take because the driver was not the standard FatCop that I’m accustomed to in SA – he was actually pretty cute. [...]

I like being barefoot. Right now, under my desk at work, my shoes are off. I’m getting ready to have to take some papers across the building, across the cold cold tile floor. In addition to not wanting to get my feet cold and dirty, walking around an office building without shoes is generally viewed [...]