Current mood:	determined
Current music:	regina spektor - edit

During our morning meeting at work:

Supervisor: Oh, and they're filming again in shark tunnel and backup so try to stay out of there for a couple hours.
Staff: *yawns*
Supervisor: Something for tv, some kind of Dirty Jobs--
Every Woman In The Breakroom: MIKE ROWE IS HERE? Omg where? How's my hair?
Supervisor: *alarmed now* What? Oh, no, it's the people from Channel 5. They're doing a segment about local dirty jobs.
The Girls: Wha? No Mike Rowe? *wibble face*
Me: Damn! We were so close!
Supervisor: Who's Mike Rowe now?

It's become something of a mission for me to get Dirty Jobs to come to the aquarium, though I have to admit a certain disturbance about how many of the staff thinks he's hot. We're running out of things that he hasn't done yet, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. (I wanna see him feed the shark rays so bad, and the otter biologists would be thrilled for him to come by.) We keep getting the runaround for for permission to submit any videos, though, which sucks major ass.

But... we shall prevail! Hopefully. ;)


Also, hi.