Did you know?

Acetone will dissolve a styrofoam cup quicker then you can count to ten?

I know that, now.

Staring at my nails as I arrive at my desk, I am once again berating myself for not removing the remnants of my last weeks manicure. Chipped and partially missing, the nail polish was beyond hideous. Thinking fast, I send a quick email to one of my former employees asking her to steal some acetone from the conformal coat room so I can remove my polish.

It pays to have friends amongst the production floor.

A few minutes go by and I see her coming, paper cup in hand, acetone dripping through the bottom.

"Oh My God Phoebe! You'll never believe what happened! I have to tell you the story!" she is laughing like crazy, I can't help but laugh along with her even though I have no idea what she is laughing about.

"Oh My God! What happened?" In my mind I'm fully aware that we sound like teenagers, but, I can't help it, I'm lost in the moment. I grab some paper towel from the roll in our supply cabinet and set the leaking cup upon it, going right to work on removing the old polish.

"Ok, so, I grabbed a styrofoam cup from the front office and I sneak into the conformal coat room. I pour the acetone into the cup but it spilled a little, and I didn't want to wreck my nails, I only turned for a second to grab a paper towel, when I turned back the cup was gone!" her eyes were huge, we were both staring at her nails to make sure the polish was still ok.

"Oh My God! No way! Where did it go?" I couldn't stop laughing, I'm certain you could hear me all over the production floor.

"It dissolved into a big marshmellowy mess! I couldn't believe my eyes! I just left it there!" with this last confession, we both broke out in fresh peels of laughter.

"I've gotta wash my hands, look at my nails!" my fingertips were white, the skin dried out like old parchment paper.

It's never a dull moment when you are a production manager working on the production floor. It is moments like these that make the work day worth working.

The New Guy experienced Hedda Hopper at her best this morning. Sophia and I were sitting at our desks when he appeared, exclaiming something about his eyes and how they were burning. I look over to find a smiling Hedda Hopper and The New Guy covering his eyes in horror. He then proceeds to tell me his story.

Apparently Hedda had decided to show The New Guy her patriotic outfit she was sporting today. Reaching down, she grabs the bottom of her smock and yanks it up above her head. Shocking the hell out of The New Guy, who thought Hedda was actually going to flash him her boobies, his jaw dropped and he began covering his eyes. At this point, Sophia and I have looked over to see Hedda with her smock above her head, showing off her flag t-shirt.

I should warn you, this is a sight that will forever remain burned into your corneas if you have not prepared yourself before hand. Much like watching a solar eclipse, it is recommended you be wearing eye protection at all times and that you only take short glances in that general direction.

So, there stands Hedda, one camel toe in all it's glory with The New Guy yelling "my eyes, my eyes."