Saturday, September 15, 2007
Not Allowed
These are walkie talkies.
We use them at work.
One for the stage manager.
One for the box.
One for the bartenders.
One for the house managers.
It keeps us in communication so if there's a problem we don't have to go looking for each other.
However.
I am not allowed to use them because I don't use them for official business. We only had the walkie talkies one day before my walkie talkie rights were revoked. Probably because I say things to the house manager like, "Breaker, Breaker, this is mongoose 9 are all the hens in the henhouse? Breaker, Breaker, do you copy? Over"
Sometimes, being mentally 9 years old is hard.
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