Never a dull moment...
So yesterday, I was sitting there, minding my own business, when my Editor’s Secretary came over to my Boot Box to tell me that he wasn’t happy. She said that he said that I’d left the word, “preposterous” out of my Weekly Feature Thingy yesterday, and that the Print Edition of the Bee Gazette Times Journal Record…and Online News had already been delivered (so he knew I couldn’t fix that), but that he demanded that I fix the Online News version.
So I did that.
As his Secretary was leaving, she said, “Oh, by the way, he wants to see you in his Office, first thing Monday morning - or else.”
Geeeeeeeeze… is he gonna keep doing this to me for the whole rest of the Hot Season? I hope not. There’s nothing worse than having to start a perfectly good Monday in my Editor’s Office.
Anyway, ButterCup buzzed over yesterday afternoon. She was coming to get me so we could go to one of my favourite events in the Bee Games: Pollen Juggling. We were lucky enough to get tickets to that, so she thought that she and I could just enjoy a nice, quiet supper together, watch the sun go down, then go to the Games.
So we did that. It was great fun.
The team from Iraq won, with Brazil coming in a close second.
I’m astounded every time I watch those highly-trained, superbly-conditioned Pollen Jugglers take the field. They’re amazing. I keep thinking that, one of these years, I should start practising my Pollen Juggling Skills and try out for the Hive Team. Sure, I might hafta compete for Pago Pago, since our Hive Team was recently disqualified from future competition for Pre-Competition Nectarizing, but at least I’d have my chance at a trophy, which is always a good thing. After all, the Bee Games are all about Individual Excellence, not what Swarm somebody comes from, right?
And tonight, ButterCup and I have a date to go watch the Quarter-Semi-Semi-Finals for the Aerial Beenastics Competition. (Luckily, nobody has to have tickets for that, since everybody can see it from where ever they are.) I hope France wins. They’re the best at executing French Curves, ya’ know.
Okay then. I hope everybody has a miraculously fun weekend!
I’ll see ya’ on Monday!
The saga of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra continues...
Hey, you know how my friend, Ultra Violet, and S.O.Bee’s Personal Private Confidential Executive Secretary, Violet LeBlanc, were kind of at each other about who should bee in charge of the Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra? Well, I’m happy to report that the problem has been totally solved, probably.
Just to make a long story short, Rudy Bee will bee in charge of this whole thing.
Rudy’s had lots and lots of experience in organising musical stage productions for the Hive, he knows how to get powerful, creative personalities to work together, so it’s been decided: HE will be in charge.
So, this morning, I went over to the Hive to let Ultra Violet know what had been decided, then paid a visit to S.O.Bee’s Office, where Violet LeBlanc works, and told her the same thing.
“Fine,” Ultra Violet said.
“Fine,” Violet LeBlanc also said.
I’m glad we’re all in agreement here, so that’s settled, probably.
Rudy has decided that the whole Band & Orchestra has to get together tonight to finish handing out printed copies of his Planned Organisational Agenda to everybody, so I’m gonna hafta eat an early supper tonight. I don’t wanna bee late.
Oh, and in case anybody’s curious: I’m also pleased to report that I was able to get my Weekly Feature Thingy onto my Editor’s Desk for tomorrow’s edition of the Bee Times Gazette Journal Record…and Online News. He wasn’t there when I dropped it off, which is a good thing. Anyway, check back tomorrow for that. I’m sure it’s something you won’t wanna miss, probably.
I hope everybody has a refreshingly tremendous day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Ultra Violet turns to Georgie for some help...
I know I was supposed to do something important yesterday, but just when I stopped talking to you, I heard a knock at my door. It was Ultra Violet (who, in case I haven’t mentioned it, has taken charge of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra). I could tell that she was highly upset.
“What’s the matter?” I asked her.
“You want to know what the matter is, Georgie? I’ll tell you what the matter is,” she buzzed at me. “The matter is Violet.”
“You have a violet problem? I love that colour. It’s one of my favourites, ya’ know,” I said.
“NO, Georgie. Just listen to me for a minute. So I did that.
She told me that since our last Rehearsal, she had run into a giant-sized snag with who, exactly, was gonna bee in charge of the Kazzzzoo Band (& Orchestra). The last I heard, Ultra Violet was in charge of everything, and that was supposed to bee that.
“You remember that stuck-up, insufferable bee, Violet LeBlanc?” she asked. Here's a picture of her, in case my BeePs don’t remember what she looks like:
“You mean, the Violet LeBlanc that’s S.O.Bee’s Personal Private Confidential Secretary?” I asked. “That Violet?”
“Yes, THAT Violet,” Ultra Violet buzzed.
“Yeah? What about her?” I asked.
“Well get THIS,” she buzzed, “Violet LeBlanc seems to think SHE should bee in charge of the Band, and she told me I should just go practise my ukulele and leave the organisational details to HER. Can you beelieve she said that? ‘Just go practise your ukulele and let me deal with this,’ is what she said. The NERVE!”
“She said that?” I asked.
“YES! Yes she DID, Georgie. And THEN she said, ‘It’s pretty clear that you’re not taking this whole thing seriously enough, so I beelieve it is time for me - and my impressive organisational skills - to step in and take care of things.’ THEN, she tried to grab my Clipboard out of my wings.”
“She tried to steal your Clipboard?” I couldn’t beelieve it, so I said. “Violet LeBlanc always seemed to bee so pleasant, at least she was that one time I was around her.”
“Pleasant? PLEASANT?” Ultra Violet was furious. “Just WHOSE side are you on here?”
“Yours?” I was pretty sure I’d made the right guess.
“That’s right you are,” she said. “She is not a pleasant bee, Georgie. And I just won’t take this anybody, especially from her! As I told her, there’s only room for ONE Violet around here, and that’s ME! I feel VIOLATED.”
Oh geeeeeeeze. I really didn’t want Ultra Violet feeling violated, or Violet either, for that matter and have them starting to trying to sting each other. (I really can’t stand violetance.) This whole thing was supposed to bee fun, ya’ know? If I’d known we’d bee getting into Personality Conflicts, I wouldn’t have come up with the idea to put together a Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra in the first place. Probably.
In case you don’t know this, Ultra Violet and I have been highly good friends for a very long time, so of course, I was going to take her side in all of this. So, after I gave Ultra Violet a couple of Great Grandma Gee Gee’s soothingly delicious Royal Honeychew Krisp Cookies to help calm her down, I told her I’d bee happy go out today, have a talk with everybody else who’s signed up to bee in the Band, and make sure that everybody agrees that she should still bee in charge.
That seemed to help her feel better about all this, so she said “thanks”, and told me she was gonna go back home and practise her ukulele.
So I’m gonna go do that. I’m gonna go have a talk with everybody and try to help settle this dispute beefore it gets any nastier. The last thing we need here is a bunch of Violet violence, ya’ know?
I hope everybody has an amazingly festive day!
I’ll see ya’ later!
Looks like Georgie has his work cut out for him today...
Aren’t Mondays just the best? I think so, even though for the past, few weeks, my Editor has been trying to make every Monday not as much fun as it should bee.
As I mentioned last week, the first thing I had to do this morning was go to my Editor’s Office. Evidently, he was upset about something, and, quite frankly, I was highly curious about what it might bee.
When I walked in, he just stood there for the longest time with his wings on his hips, staring at me with that Editor’s Stare of his, and didn’t say anything. He just stood there, staring at me. I was just about to ask him how his weekend was, when he finally said something.
“Bee?” he said.
“Yes?” I asked.
“Where was it?”
“Where was what?” I asked. I didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Your Feature Column for last Thursday. Where was it?”
Oh geeeeeeeze. It was just as he asked me that question when I remembered that I was so buzzy with the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra Auditions and Rehearsals that I had neglected to deliver last week’s Weekly Feature Thingy to him.
“Didn’t you get it?” I asked, trying to pretend that there must’ve been some sort of gap in our communications.
“No, I did not,” he said.
Then he started launching into this whole, big thing about the Responsibility of the Press and that a Chain is only as strong as its Weakest Link, and that wasn’t I ashamed of myself for disappointing my Loyal and Beeloved Readers and stuff.
“I guess,” I said. “Why? Did somebody say something? Did you get a whole big pile of complaint forms or something?”
“No, but…” he started to say, but I interrupted him.
“Well there ya’ go. Nobody complained, so I guess that means there wasn’t a problem,” I told him.
He started turning all red and puffing up and stuff (I was afraid maybee he was gonna pop or something), then he got really mad at me.
“Your Feature Column had better bee in my wings no later than 3:07 this afternoon - or else. Now GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!”
If you wanna know the truth, I was already ready to leave his Office beefore I even got there, so I was glad to bee able to do that. I probably shouldn’t have slammed the door beehind me like that when I left, since I thought I heard glass breaking or something, but that happens sometimes when he leaves his Office Window open on a windy day (like it is today).
So, I WAS gonna spend the day perfecting my Kazzzzoo Technique. Our next Rehearsal is tomorrow night, so I wanna bee ready for that … after all, I am still a Probationary Permanent Member of the Bee Kazzzzoo Band & Orchestra, so I hafta make sure I know what I’m doing. But instead, I hafta spend the day working on my Feature Column Thingy for next Thursday, and get it to my Editor beefore he Or Elses me.
So I’m gonna go do that.
I hope everybody has an exquisitely tantalising day!
I’ll see ya’ later!