Irene, meeting with maintenance workers: Hi, Jerry, Carlo, Crazy Schmidt. I'm Irene. Jerry: Wow, you learned our names. Irene: I did. Crazy Schmidt, how are C.J.'s clarinet lessons going? Crazy Schmidt: Well, she's having a little trouble with her left finger lifts, but she's getting there. Irene, do you want that bulletin board hung up? Let me put in a work order for you. Crazy Schmidt: There you go. That should happen in three to six business months. Irene, looking at the screen: Any way we could bump that up a little, so it's somewhere above "Lower flag for Reagan's death?" Crazy Schmidt: You gotta talk to a custodian for that; we're janitors. Irene: There's a difference? Crazy Schmidt: Huh. And we were just starting to like you.














