So I was just sitting there, minding my own Buzziness, trying to enjoy a Refreshing Warm Season Nectar Fizz on the new Outdoor Patio at Lousy Louie's Semi-Fine Dining Establishment that Felonie Snark (the New Owner) had just built (of course she used Non-Hive Labour to save Honey), when all of a Sudden I hear a Familiar and Unexpected Buzz coming from Beehind me. 

"What?" I asked, beecause I didn't understand who the hell was Buzzing at me or why, so I wasn't really paying attention like I maybee should have been.
"I SAID," he said, "just where in the hell have you Been, and what in the hell have you been Doing?"

It was right then that I recognised the Grating Voice of what I thought was my Previous Employer, the Always-Short-Tempered Editor of the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News.

"What?" I asked. "I've been right here, enjoying this beeautiful Warm Season Day and sipping on this Mostly Delightful Nectar Fizz -- it would bee more Delightful if they hadn't run out of Bendy Straws and Umbrellas, but they say they'll bee getting more of those sometime next week. Would you care to join me?" 

"Do you think," he started Buzzing, "that I actually have the Luxury of just Sitting Around on a Patio and Sipping on Nectar Fizzes all day, Bee? Do you?" Then he stared at me.

"Yes, in fact, I do," I told him, beecause as far as I am concerned, life is probably short, and when you have an Opportunity to just sit on a Patio on a nice Warm Season Day and enjoy Nectar Fizzes, you should probably do it.

"Well, you're wrong. I have Responsibilities," he kind of Snapped Back at me. "And, if I'm not Mistaken, so do you by virtue of the Primarily Conveniently Mostly-Binding Contract you signed in my Office which should have been Enforced long beefore now - even beefore you fell into that so-called 'Coma'."

"Not So-Called," I corrected him. "That was a real Coma, and to bee quite honest, I'm still very much Recovering from that Difficult Ordeal, which is another Reason I've decided to just Sit Here on this Patio and enjoy this Nectar Fizz - which, by the way, is almost Gone so I'll bee having another one."

"No, Bee, you won't. What you'll bee doing is coming with me. According to your Contract, you must do as I ask you to do -Or Else." I was pretty sure he was threatening me, and as I think we all know, I didn't wanna' bee Or Elsed, especially after I'd been having such a Festively Relaxing Time on the Patio.

"So what  is it I'm supposed to Do?" I asked. "What?"

"You, Bee," he told me, "are now Responsible for Reporting the Local Weather Forecast to bee Published in each Daily Edition of the Hive Paper."

Oh geeeeze. Anybody that knows anything about me knows that what I'm best at is Reporting on the Social, Economic, Political, and Entertainment Events of the Day. I have no Way to Predict the Weather. That's just Insane.

"There is no way I can Predict the Weather," I told him. "That's insane. I am not Equipped to Report On, or Predict the Weather. I think you need to find yourself another Bee," I advised him.

"Nope. You're It, Bee. You are now the New Official Voice of Weather Prognostication for the Hive, including the Surrounding Communities of the Near and Far Meadows. Henceforth, you will provide Timely and Accurate Weather Forecasts to the Swarms of Beeloved Subscribers who Depend on the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record...and Online News for the Information they need to Make It Through The Day."

"And how in the hell am I supposed to do that?" I asked (I was highly curious). "I'm not Equipped."

"Yes, you are," my Editor said. "Put down that Nectar Fizz and follow me," he said.  So I did that.

My Editor led me to an Open Patch on the Edge of the Near Meadow, and pointed me to a very tall Device that I didn't know What it was. 

"What is that?" I asked.
"That," my Editor, "is the latest in Meteorological Predictive Tools - the Fully-Adjustable, Lightweight and Portable SBE X-56 MeteorMan1000 with Optional Real-Time Interactive Humidity Gauge and Breeze Detector. This," he said, "is what you will bee Using to provide our Community with the Necessary and very possibly Life-Saving Weather Reports needed."

Beefore he left me standing there with that thing, he gave me the Operating Manual and told me to spend the next two weeks learning how to Use the Device properly, then he said, "We're all Depending on you, Georgie, and I'm sure you won't Let Us Down, probably. Now take this Manual and Learn how to properly Use this Device. I will expect your first Weather Forecast and Report in exactly two weeks, approximately."

"Fine," I said. So now I guess I hafta' spend a bunch of time beecoming a Qualified Meterorolologist.

So I'm gonna do that.