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Friday, February 1, 2013

275 deadtime

i called one of the video guys on my staffs . my ace editor . i woke him up . which surprised me . i'd pegged dru as a man who saw the light of dawn more often on the back end of a night than on the front end of a morning .
he wasn't happy i woke him . i didn't care . dru knew i didn't care .we had a good relationship . he didn't pretend with me .i didn't pretend with him .
"i need to lighten up a video clip on my mac ," i said ." it's dark . how do i do it ?"
dru - his full name was druid lebeq - was a cornrowded thirty something man who finessed video signals the same miraculaous way stevie wonder juggled melodioes ,dru was the brightest gem on my fine production team . i say that reven though he was late for work as often as he was on time , and even though he took more suspicious sick days than the rest of my staff combined .
i cut him slack for his indiscretions at work . if the latitude i granted wasn't sufficient to cover his ass , he knew i would cut him more . he could get away with twice as much shit as he actually did and still not get fired . he knew that , too . i actually granted him bonus points for not taking advantage of me .
alan had once explained to me about the concept of idiosyncrasy credits - the faxct that certain individuals in systems are so valuable that they aren't required to adhere to the same norms as everyone else .
if idiosyncracy credits were real money , dru would live sixty two second clip was like calling thomas keller at five a.m tomake a peanut - butter and jelly sandwich fot your kids school lunch .
" chu got ?" dru asked .
he kept all the annoyance out his voice . i noted the effort andout more idiosyncrasy drachmas .

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