02-18-2006, 12:02 PM
I'm playing warehouse bitch. Every little odd project that needs to be done goes to me. Since, all of my workers are gainfully employed building my set. I do them. Heaven forbid anything should slow down the construction of the Ceasar's Palace show room.
I have to attach these gold painted disc to a flat panel. The best way to do this is lie on the floor while the panel is supported by some sawhorses. I have a partner hold the discs while I drive the screws. Simple.
First rule of the warehouse, or it should be, never lay down on the floor in the paint department's area. As I lay back to better see what I was doing, my head touched the floor. Or more precisely it touched the large wet paint pool that had been left on the floor. It was kind of a cream blue. It looked great on the back of my head and covered up my nascent bald spot nicely. too bad it didn't match my Branham Crane T-shirt or I would have gone with it.
I have to attach these gold painted disc to a flat panel. The best way to do this is lie on the floor while the panel is supported by some sawhorses. I have a partner hold the discs while I drive the screws. Simple.
First rule of the warehouse, or it should be, never lay down on the floor in the paint department's area. As I lay back to better see what I was doing, my head touched the floor. Or more precisely it touched the large wet paint pool that had been left on the floor. It was kind of a cream blue. It looked great on the back of my head and covered up my nascent bald spot nicely. too bad it didn't match my Branham Crane T-shirt or I would have gone with it.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit