Of course I’m talking about myself.  Why would watching a clown enter the subway even count?  Too easy.
Note to self because nobody else would do something so clueless…Do not, when sitting with your boss… or really anyone else, get so tongue-tied that you actually bite the tip of your tongue, in fact hard enough to make it bleed.  Sitting in a meeting with your boss trying to discuss grant strategies with blood dripping out of your tongue is something nobody wants to see.

Plus, it hurts a lot more later.

It was kind of a challenging afternoon – three hours of conference calls conducted in a Subway (as in sandwiches) near NYU.  At one point, I’m listening to the team prep for interviewing candidates while a very loud gentleman argued with one of the sandwich technicians because his turkey sandwich did not match the photo of the sandwich that Apollo Ono is eating that is plastered on the front of the building.  After closer observation and counsel with the manager and sandwich technician which of course involved trooping outside to confirm said photo, it was agreed by all that three tomatoes are part of the requisite ingredients.  Huzzah!   Back to interview prepping.

Speaking of sandwiches, there were a disproportionate number of people who insisted on getting sandwiched between the subway (as in transportation) doors tonight.  Is it a full moon?  So many that the driver had to stop the train twice to lecture us on proper subway etiquette.

Did I mention the clown getting on the subway?

As ever,

K. Quinn