Posts Tagged Durnell
Clem’s got himself discharged, if you believe his story.
And he’s a resourceful man. Of course he’s going to make sure he’s got a handy pair of eyes… so long as he’s got something to lord over Durnell. I’m sure if he had to rely on charm to find some more agreeable companion, he could have done so. But let’s face it. He’s decided that Durnell owes him, and who’s going to argue with the man? No one, while he’s armed with bear spray and a bad attitude, that’s who.
She can be forgiven for assuming, by his tone and his words, that Clem is Durnell’s father.
I mean, they have that kinda vibe at the moment.
It won’t last.
Dusty’s starting to get the use of her staff writer.
I mean, USUALLY, she reads what he wrote and she goes off on her own thing.
This time, she seems to be relying on others to steer her to the most subtle and devious cut-downs imaginable.
Nothing could go wrong now.
…nothing at all.
I don’t believe Durnell judges himself as harshly as Dusty’s writer. Or Dusty. Or anyone, really.
Durnell wears crazy stuff and does crazy stuff for the camera. If you’re gonna judge yourself harshly, that is NOT the job you want to have while you’re doing it.
I think Clem sees the strong position he’s negotiating from.
Do you suppose that the blank stare is better than burning eye contact when talking salary? On the other hand, you don’t have to put up with the blank stare or the burning eye contact of the prospective boss if you can’t see those looks… and it’s his fault in the first place that you can’t see those looks.
Of course, doing simple things like making phone calls might get tricky. Maybe the prospective boss would be kind enough to help you out with that! Maybe he’d look up the number for a lawyer or two for you while you’re in the hospital and have gauze over your chemically burned eyes. What a nice guy.
Some of us know- you don’t let your friends get into that ambulance alone. You go with them, no matter what.
Chances are, if you let them go away in the ambulance unaccompanied, you’d realize moments after they turned out of sight that your dear, dear friend probably has the dang car keys in HIS pocket.
I guess I can see where Dusty wouldn’t want to extend the conversation about the cassowary any farther than it absolutely has to go.
And I can see where Durnell wouldn’t mind one way or the other if anyone sees this video and wants to talk to Dusty about injury complaints, animal abuse accusations, endangerment and public safety concerns…
Looking back, though… that poor minister who had the busload of kids sure came away from a stressful weekend with a lot of stories, didn’t he?
Dusty doesn’t like to do the dirty work, does she?
She’d probably rather not do any of the work.
But you can’t be adored by the public and get the good restaurant treatment if you don’t show up for your TV show…