Rubey Rambles

So, here at work we cover bomb threats way too much, whether they are at a school, court houses and/or banks...yesterday we covered our own bomb threat. It was just a typical day before the Memorial Day weekend.  Tracy and I were talking about everything under the sun and I was making fun of Chris for his new laid-back-chest-hair-showing-sneaker-wearing-style. Nothing out of the usual for our assignment desk. That all changed at 4:42.  I intercepted a call from the our security desk, the young lady on the other end who I  have talked to often said "Hey it's the security desk, someone just called me and said that there is a bomb in the building...what should I do?" Without sounding harsh, my first thought was..."I am an assignment editor...you're security...shouldn't you be out ninja chopping some ass by now" but I knew that wasn't the right thing to say.  So I told her I would take care of it....what exactly I would take care of I am not sure, ...

So, hey there, I'm back with a brand new track aka, some newsroom shenanigans....lets get this train moving. Yesterday afternoon we had a guest in our newsroom.  A lot of times national stations will conduct satellite interviews with guests using our studio.  This happens often and most of the time we don't even realize they are going on. My Work BFF Frank sent out his normal email with who the guest was, what station they were talking too, etc.  The name of the guest sounded really framiliar to me.  Was he the bail bondsman I skipped town on in Myrtle Beach? (Sorry Mom) Was he that guy I gave a fake number too at the bar two weeks ago? No no, this man was a legacy, this man is why my room smells like endless rows of "Fresh Springs" and "Patchouli"...the man in our studio was Harlan Kent...the CEO of Yankee Candle. We didn't know it was him until later (I googled him)... but he left a major mark on our studio, handing us the biggest mind F%$K...