Georgie meets with his

So, as you know, this beeautiful Monday Morning was completely ruined beecause I had to go see my Editor…er…Producer in his Office.

Georgie wiith his Editor 2

When I walked in, he just looked at me the way he does and asked me, “What is it with you?”

“What?” I didn’t know what he was talking about, so I had to ask.

“Do you realise that for two out of your three Interview Shows - that’s 67.666667% of the time - your Guests never actually were interviewed?” He seemed upset by this.

“Since you put it that way,” thought about it, “that is highly odd, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, bee,” he said. “And the ONE Guest you DID finally start interviewing ended up calling me in the middle of the night and expressing his extreme discontent over the fact that you refused to let him talk. Or chirp, as the case may bee.”

“Well,” I tried to explain, “I know there are a lot of larvae that might bee watching my Show, so it seemed to me that he was about to start talking about stuff that … .”

“Just stop,” he said. “In case you weren’t aware, bee, he has filed a Formal Complaint with the Hive Communications Commission demanding that our Licence to Broadcast bee terminated, and has stated his intention of convincing any would-bee Interviewees to boycott your Show.”

“That’s gonna complicate things, isn’t it?” I asked, “but, if that’s the worst of it, then I’m sure my Ratings can only go up now, right?”

“Wrong, bee. We need to talk about your Scheduled Guest from last week’s Show,” he said.

“Oh, you mean that Monarch Butterfly that didn’t show up at all and…” he interrupted me. (He likes to do that.)

“…and who you sat there and spent the entire Show bad-mouthparting? Yes, that Guest. The same Guest who is now suing us for Libel, Slander, Defamation of Character, Emotional Damage, and Loss of Anticipated Wages.”

“And that’s my fault?” I asked. Geeeeze, I really didn’t understand why he was blaming ME for the fact that an arrogant and untrustworthy Butterfly who simply refused to honour a Contract was MY fault. But he did.

“One more chance, bee,” he buzzed at me. “ONE. MORE. CHANCE. You’d better pull it together in your Show next week - or Else! Now get out of my Office!”

So I did that.

Apparently, if my Editor…er…Producer doesn’t like my Show next week, I’m gonna bee Or Elsed. In case that’s never happened to you, lemme tell ya’: it isn’t pleasant.

But I have absolutely NO doubt whatsoever and know that beeyond even a hint of a shadow of a doubt that my Show next week is gonna bee the best yet, probably. I’ve scheduled an Interview with a Varroa Mite. I’m gonna give him the opportunity to explain why he and his obnoxious friends find it necessary to make our lives as bees so miserable.

So stay tuned for that - you won’t wanna miss it.

Right now, I hafta go to a Production Meeting. I wanna find out why my microphone never seems to work when I’m taping the shows.

So I’m gonna go do that.

Until Thursday, then . . . let’s all bee careful out there.