Post by babclayman on Feb 19, 2008 17:27:10 GMT -5
This is a story about someone who's appeared so many times on this forum and also once in the series but has never been featured in a Fanfic.
Can you guess who it is?
Enjoy ;D
I woke up this morning the same way I always do…In dread.
Sometimes I even wonder if it’s even worth while bothering to get up, I’d stay in but my alarm clock won’t stop going off and the snooze button won’t work (Why bother put that snooze button on? They know we’re going to use it.)
I’d eventually leave my bed and go downstairs into the lounge. The place isn’t what you would call “Fully Decorated”
With the sort of job I had, you’d think I’d have something to show for it, But no; the display cabinet has been empty for as long as I can remember and I think a couple of cobwebs have been woven along the sides (I bet those spiders have got more stuff than me)
I switch on the telly and just sigh at what I hear; it’s all a lot of rubbish; Tax Rises, Teen commits suicide, Fires in Australia, More soldiers getting killed in Iraq, Sometimes I feel the News doesn’t feel like News anymore.
I open my closet door, what to wear today? Black Suit; head to toe, or do I wear the Yellow pullover and Green trousers? I guess…The pullover and trousers.
Is there anything I’m missing? Oh yeah my shades…Wait, where are my shades!? Did I leave them at work? Of course not; I NEVER take them off at work! Where are they!? Oh for the love of Saint Peter, I always leave them on the table next to the bed, up the stairs, into the bedroom, there they are. I pick them up and exit the room and back down the stairs, I stare at the clock; Oh Crap! I’m due in Half an Hour!
Out the door, No time for Breakfast. Why does the bad luck always happen to me?
Great! Road Works! They’ve only just filled that pot hole in, Why on Earth would they dig it up again, then make it more impossible for drivers to get around it?
This road block looks like it’s going nowhere so I now have time to myself.
I start to worry about what will happen today, “Lighten up” a voice in my head says “Maybe today will be different, maybe things will be ok, maybe they’ll do the job seriously.” But I shake my head, Who am I kidding, It never does go OK.
It can’t even go 10 Seconds without something going up in flames.
Finally! I arrive (20 minutes too late) oh and typical, as soon as I leave the traffic; it clears up!
I enter the work building, everybody’s there “Morning all. We’re doing episode: 45, Scene: 4. Alright, Camera set? Marker? And…Action!”
Things seem to be doing alright at the moment, no one is acting silly, we’re not on the wrong location, we’re not getting over-runned by Non-permitted guests…Maybe today will be good, maybe today will be my day, Maybe…What!?
Oh No! Not her! What’s she doing? Oh lord! She wouldn’t! She couldn’t!
>CRASH<
She did…
“CUT!!! TWO-TONE!!! WHY ON EARTH DID YOU CRASH A TWO TON JET ON TOP OF SPOT!!!”
-“Same reason I deep fried her, Ran her over with a steam roller, Made her jump from Earths atmosphere…”
Why do I bother asking? I know why she does it. Those darn series designers cut her from being a main pup and now she tries to make the series mean “101”, I get it all the time, with her, Drake, Doc…Oh I can go on.
I just wish my life wasn’t as bad as this, the only thing I got to ease my pain is a bottle of whiskey. But I’m sure that I’d be a lot happier in Hell.
Cause Life IS Hell when you’re the Director…
Can you guess who it is?
Enjoy ;D
I woke up this morning the same way I always do…In dread.
Sometimes I even wonder if it’s even worth while bothering to get up, I’d stay in but my alarm clock won’t stop going off and the snooze button won’t work (Why bother put that snooze button on? They know we’re going to use it.)
I’d eventually leave my bed and go downstairs into the lounge. The place isn’t what you would call “Fully Decorated”
With the sort of job I had, you’d think I’d have something to show for it, But no; the display cabinet has been empty for as long as I can remember and I think a couple of cobwebs have been woven along the sides (I bet those spiders have got more stuff than me)
I switch on the telly and just sigh at what I hear; it’s all a lot of rubbish; Tax Rises, Teen commits suicide, Fires in Australia, More soldiers getting killed in Iraq, Sometimes I feel the News doesn’t feel like News anymore.
I open my closet door, what to wear today? Black Suit; head to toe, or do I wear the Yellow pullover and Green trousers? I guess…The pullover and trousers.
Is there anything I’m missing? Oh yeah my shades…Wait, where are my shades!? Did I leave them at work? Of course not; I NEVER take them off at work! Where are they!? Oh for the love of Saint Peter, I always leave them on the table next to the bed, up the stairs, into the bedroom, there they are. I pick them up and exit the room and back down the stairs, I stare at the clock; Oh Crap! I’m due in Half an Hour!
Out the door, No time for Breakfast. Why does the bad luck always happen to me?
Great! Road Works! They’ve only just filled that pot hole in, Why on Earth would they dig it up again, then make it more impossible for drivers to get around it?
This road block looks like it’s going nowhere so I now have time to myself.
I start to worry about what will happen today, “Lighten up” a voice in my head says “Maybe today will be different, maybe things will be ok, maybe they’ll do the job seriously.” But I shake my head, Who am I kidding, It never does go OK.
It can’t even go 10 Seconds without something going up in flames.
Finally! I arrive (20 minutes too late) oh and typical, as soon as I leave the traffic; it clears up!
I enter the work building, everybody’s there “Morning all. We’re doing episode: 45, Scene: 4. Alright, Camera set? Marker? And…Action!”
Things seem to be doing alright at the moment, no one is acting silly, we’re not on the wrong location, we’re not getting over-runned by Non-permitted guests…Maybe today will be good, maybe today will be my day, Maybe…What!?
Oh No! Not her! What’s she doing? Oh lord! She wouldn’t! She couldn’t!
>CRASH<
She did…
“CUT!!! TWO-TONE!!! WHY ON EARTH DID YOU CRASH A TWO TON JET ON TOP OF SPOT!!!”
-“Same reason I deep fried her, Ran her over with a steam roller, Made her jump from Earths atmosphere…”
Why do I bother asking? I know why she does it. Those darn series designers cut her from being a main pup and now she tries to make the series mean “101”, I get it all the time, with her, Drake, Doc…Oh I can go on.
I just wish my life wasn’t as bad as this, the only thing I got to ease my pain is a bottle of whiskey. But I’m sure that I’d be a lot happier in Hell.
Cause Life IS Hell when you’re the Director…