and now for something completely irrelevant

Just a brief rant, from riding the subway too often:

There's this drink called, I think, Remy Red, a cognac and fruit juice blend. I've never had it--I'm mostly a cider drinker. But they're spending a lot of money on ads on the train cars.

On one of them, they're suggesting something they called a "Remy red martini." As far as I can tell, the only connection it has with a martini is the shape of the glass: it's equal parts Remy Red and vodka, with a long curl of lime peel hanging out of it, served in a frozen martini glass.

What happened to the vermouth? And the gin? Vodka, cognac, and fruit juice might be someone's idea of an appealing drink, but a martini?

and now for something completely irrelevant

Just a brief rant, from riding the subway too often:

There's this drink called, I think, Remy Red, a cognac and fruit juice blend. I've never had it--I'm mostly a cider drinker. But they're spending a lot of money on ads on the train cars.

On one of them, they're suggesting something they called a "Remy red martini." As far as I can tell, the only connection it has with a martini is the shape of the glass: it's equal parts Remy Red and vodka, with a long curl of lime peel hanging out of it, served in a frozen martini glass.

What happened to the vermouth? And the gin? Vodka, cognac, and fruit juice might be someone's idea of an appealing drink, but a martini?

they liked me

I've now had two job interviews in three days--which brings the total to three since I started looking, so things are definitely looking up.

Even better, I went to interview number 2, this afternoon, from the place I'd interviewed on Tuesday, where I have now put in 10 hours' proofreading, for which I will be invoicing them tomorrow. (They want weekly invoices, and since I need to prepare it here and in advance, this is just for yesterday and today: tomorrow's hours will go on the next invoice, so I don't have to match a guess I make tonight.) So a half day today, proofreading merrily along.

The people I talked to this afternoon also seemed impressed by me--the woman had covered my resume with notes, highlighted bits of my cover letter that caught my eye, and made more notes of good things as she talked to me. I'll hear back in a couple of weeks, she said: they aren't interviewing many people, because they've gotten a lot of entry-level resumes and this is a senior position. And I was the first interview, which may or may not help my chances.

The problem is, I'm not sure I want this job. I can do it, I'm sure of that. But the work doesn't seem all that interesting: proofreading and quality assurance, almost no editing as such. And there's no good way to get there from here: their office is in a rundown-looking strip mall in northeast Queens, and the simplest routes involve two subway trains and a bus, and I suspect the fastest is what I did this afternoon, three trains after the bus. And almost two hours, each way.

Wish me luck, and with any luck I'll figure out what counts as good luck in this case.

they liked me

I've now had two job interviews in three days--which brings the total to three since I started looking, so things are definitely looking up.

Even better, I went to interview number 2, this afternoon, from the place I'd interviewed on Tuesday, where I have now put in 10 hours' proofreading, for which I will be invoicing them tomorrow. (They want weekly invoices, and since I need to prepare it here and in advance, this is just for yesterday and today: tomorrow's hours will go on the next invoice, so I don't have to match a guess I make tonight.) So a half day today, proofreading merrily along.

The people I talked to this afternoon also seemed impressed by me--the woman had covered my resume with notes, highlighted bits of my cover letter that caught my eye, and made more notes of good things as she talked to me. I'll hear back in a couple of weeks, she said: they aren't interviewing many people, because they've gotten a lot of entry-level resumes and this is a senior position. And I was the first interview, which may or may not help my chances.

The problem is, I'm not sure I want this job. I can do it, I'm sure of that. But the work doesn't seem all that interesting: proofreading and quality assurance, almost no editing as such. And there's no good way to get there from here: their office is in a rundown-looking strip mall in northeast Queens, and the simplest routes involve two subway trains and a bus, and I suspect the fastest is what I did this afternoon, three trains after the bus. And almost two hours, each way.

Wish me luck, and with any luck I'll figure out what counts as good luck in this case.