| A British woman walked past my edit bay today. She was wearing a pants suit and had an overall high maintenance look to her. Right as she passed my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was my producer.
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| Me: | Hey man.
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| Producer: | I need you to get up and walk away from your desk.
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| Me: | ...
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| Producer: | Just head out for lunch or something.
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| Me: | What's happening?
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| Producer: | Just leave the room.
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| Me: | K
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| Producer: | I'll call you back.
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| I stuck around for a second to save my project file and set up a render in after effects. I noticed there was a meeting starting right behind me. The lights were dim and the mood was somber. Something was about to go down. I headed off to the Lazy Daisy cafe for a sandwich. In route I received a phone call.
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| Me: | (laughing) What was that?
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| Producer: | She's "The Cleaner."
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| Me: | LOL. Like the wolf in pulp fiction?
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| Producer: | This chick is serious. Come back in like an hour or so, she needs space.
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| Me: | ...K
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| Phone hangs up. |
