Posted by Dale on Saturday, February 25, 2006
"That was my latest song, Samwise the hysterical Hobbit. Stay tuned
to WNYX, because you're just seconds away from another hour of hits,
after these messages."
![]() "Seconds away. That usually means five minutes of boring-ass commercials, followed by ten sucky songs." said Joe from where he was working behind the sound board. ![]() "Hey Lisa, what up?" "Matthew, this is a news station, we do not sing or play music!" "But we can start!" "Whose idea was it to put freak back on the air, anyway?" Joe asked. "That would be Dave. He thought that giving Matthew extra responsibility would help him develop some emotional maturity." "Did it work?" Matthew shook his head. "So far not yet." "We'll talk about this after the staff meeting." Lisa promised. "And Lisa, I need to go over those new traffic promos with you before we cut them." "Check." "Finally, we can thank Bill for losing another sponsor, which means that everyone can buy name brand sodas from the vending machine on the tenth floor from now on. Those who don't want to make the trip can drink from the water cooler." said Dave Nelson. ![]() "Thanks, Bill." said Beth, palming a handful of Reese's Pieces into her mouth. "Oh, come on! How am I to know authentic street slang from hackneyed garbage?" Bill exhorted. Catherine Duke gave a smug laugh across the table. "If nobody has anything else, then let's get to work." Joe Garelli piped up. "Yeah, there's a new virus going around, and I'm gonna have to reprogram the network to stop it. I suggest you make a copy of anything you're working on, because I can't promise it'll be there when I reboot." "Can't you just buy a real anti-virus program?" Dave complained. "Garelliware is better than all of that candy-ass, so- called 'professional' security software. Besides, it's free." "Face the facts, Joe, not every problem around here can be fixed with your home-made duct tape." said Bill. "And that includes the emergency brakes on the elevator. Last month it almost killed two safety inspectors and the superintendent." "I've been meaning to fix that." "All right, let's give it a rest." Dave said as he looped his fingers through the handle of his empty coffee mug, and headed away for a refill. ![]() "Where do you think you're going?" asked Lisa. ![]() "Uh, why?" "Uh, because work sucks, and I don't want to be here." Beth supplied sarcastically. "Then why did you even come in?" "Just to punch the clock. I'll swing by and hit it again on my way home. Might as well make my job work for me, you know?" ![]() "Aren't you worried about getting in trouble?" "Not as long as you don't say anything to Dave." ![]() "Wanna' come with me?" "Are you kidding? I'm not about to jeapordize my career by playing hooky." "You make it sound like a bad thing. Just think of it as vacation from work, and if anybody here needs one, it's you, Lis." "I'll take your word for it." "Come on, when was the last time we had fun together?" "That would be July 13, 1995." Lisa supplied automatically. Beth flinched. "I'll give you ten bucks." "Beth, I have work to do." "Don't you need a computer for that?" "Yeah." Beth strode across the office, reached out, and casually pushed the heavy monitor off of Lisa's desk, scarcely blinking as it shattered on the floor. "Oops. Let's go." Posted by Emily on Thursday, March 16, 2006 "Ok, uh, Joe, I don't think that hitting my computer with a hammer is going to stop the virus," said Dave. "I know that. I just need a piece from your computer to make my virus blocker." "Why don't you just buy an anti-virus program like I suggested, Joe?" Dave sighed. "Because," Joe said, taking the laptop away from Dave, "I don't need that stuff. You wait. By the end of the day, this entire office will be virus free." ![]() "Hey, Bill?" "Yes, Chief?" "Have you seen Beth?" "No, Chief. Why don't you ask Lisa, or better yet, ask Magic Fairy Boy while he continues to sullify WNYX's good name by singing magical fairies and unicorns when we should be doing the McNeal Perspective!" Dave sighed. "Ok, Bill. First of all, `sullify' isn't a word. Second, WNYX isn't going to be `sullified' because I am personally going to make sure that Matthew takes care of what he needs to do." ![]() "What happened here? And where is Lisa? Catherine, have you seen Lisa? Or what happened to her computer?" ![]() "Great," muttered Dave. He walked past Lisa's desk over to the main corridor and right into Mr. James. "Hey, Mr. James." "Hey, Dave. Dave, let me ask you something. Where are we?" "Um? New York?" "No. I mean, yes, but where specifically?" Mr. James asked, his hands in his pockets. "Inside the Criterion Building?" "Ok, now more specifically from that?" "WNYX?" "Bingo! Now, what type of business do we do here at WNYX?" "News." "So, why the hell do you have Matthew on singing like a damned Magic Fairy Boy?" "I don't know anymore, sir. But don't worry. I've already promised Bill that the situation would be taken care of." "I don't care about Bill, Dave!" "Thanks a lot, Jimmy!" Bill said, marching passed the two and straight for the bathroom. "Whatever. Look, take him off the air, or we are going to have a lot of problems on our hands." And with that, Mr. James walked into the elevator. After a couple of seconds, he turned to Dave. "Joe's fixing the computers, again, isn't he?" ![]() "Ok, taking the stairs." Posted by Dale on Sunday, April 30, 2006 ![]() "No. Forget it, Beth. I'm not doing this." "But we're going to have fun!" the redhead promised. "That's the whole reason for skipping work." Lisa checked her watch. "It's 10:30 in the morning, and I wouldn't be caught here even if this place was open." "Come on, even you have to enjoy life once in awhile. The party never stops in there." ![]() "I'm not going to get out of this, am I?" "Not a chance." ![]() "Wait a minute. Can you dance?" "Absolutely not." said Lisa without hesitation. "Do you know how to chill?" "What?" "You know, just relax and hang out?" "I think I can handle it." "Okay, then just put out the vibe, and try not to embarrass me." "Thanks, Beth." ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() "Hey, Lis! This is my friend Ming, the other half of The Secretary Pool. She works for Rivera Insurance!" Lisa waved sheepishly. "Hi." ![]() "Lisa Miller, the world class hard-ass reporter!" Ming slipped an arm casually around her waist. "I've heard all about you!" Lisa blushed at the overly intimate contact. After all, she'd only met the woman five seconds ago. "Ah... thank you. I just read what they give me, actually." "Okay, we need to get this girl a drink!" "How long have you been here?" Beth shouted. "What time is it?" Ming laughed. Her liquid brown eyes sparkled with warmth. "Nevermind! Come on, I'm thirsty!" ![]() "You have to drink something!" Beth said. Lisa squinted at the neon-lit menu sign behind the bar. "Do they have soda here?" Beth leaned in close to the barmaid, and turned back to her friend. "Yeah, but if you're paying five bucks for a soda, you might as well have something in it. Make it a Coke!" "Yeah, and don't forget the rum!" said Ming, slapping Beth a high-five. The drink was in Lisa's hand five seconds later, though she had no idea who paid for it. "Let's check out the floor!" Ming suggested. ![]() ![]() "Are you having fun yet?" Beth asked over the din. Lisa drained the rest of her Coke with rum in one gulp. "I'm getting there!" "Good!" "Hey, wanna dance?" Ming offered. Beth was quick to interject. "Uh, Lisa doesn't dance very well.. or at all, even. But I'll hit it with you!" ![]() "You get it, Beth!" she teased, repeating an expression she'd heard earlier. ![]() "Watch where you're going!" she warned him. ![]() "What are you looking at? I don't do nails!" said Ming. ![]() Ming shoved him away. "I'm not a damn janitor, either!" ![]() "Hey baby, have you seen my drink?" the scrawny kid asked her. "Check the floor." advised Lisa, pointing at the lost bottle. "I'm sure it's right down there with your dignity!" He was too wasted to know an insult, so it didn't faze him. If anything, the guy seemed more intrigued with Lisa. "Whoa, cool clothes! Why don' other chicks dress like that sometimes?" "Because they don't have taste." Lisa replied smartly. The drunk grabbed her ass. "How- how do you taste?" ![]() "Congratulations, you found your drink." Lisa said. Ming gawked in amazement. "You GO girl!" "I think it's time to leave." Beth suggested. ![]() "Okay honey, you're out of here." he said, making a grab for her. "Screw you!" Lisa shouted, twisting away. ![]() "Let's go!" she yelled. ![]() "You totally made that guard your bitch!" Ming exclaimed, pushing off a wall. "Owned!" Beth agreed. Lisa dodged a column. "What's that mean?" "I don't know, I just made it up! Maybe it will catch on someday!" "Yeah, right!" ![]() "Party's over, girls. The police are on their way right now." "Drunk and disorderly." One of the bouncers predicted. "Guilty!" Ming cheerfully agreed. "This place has gone downhill. I want to see the club owner!" Beth demanded. "Have it your way, red. You still have a date with the cops." ![]() "The owner will be here shortly." the head of security informed them. ![]() ![]() "Oh my God..." "Lisa?" ![]() "May I have a refund, sir?" she asked without preamble. "I'm not sure I got thirty dollars worth of entertainment out of your club." |