Monday, October 03, 2005
It's Not Just a Sandwich, It's a Lifestyle
Yesterday, I went to Tasty Gourmet to pick up a Bacon Turkey Bravo for lunch. I usually go once a week, occasionally twice, and I've never gotten anything on the menu except for the Bacon Turkey Bravo. This is partly because the Bravo is a fantastic sandwich and partly because I don't really know off the top of my head what other sandwiches they have available. Anyway, the manager there, a guy in his late fifties with a small Playboy bunny tattooed on his wrist, is convinced that I come in every day.
Manager: You must be here to pick up the Bravo.
Me: Yeah.
Manager: You really love this sandwich, huh?
Me: Uh, yeah, it's good.
Manager: If you order another one, I think we're going to name it after you.
Me: You can call it the Bacon Turkey Brian.
At this point, he started laughing much louder than I had expected. In fact, I sort of wished he would stop so the other people in the shop would stop looking at us.
Manager: That's good, kid! We'll punch it up right now!
Me: Uh, okay...see you later.
I had a job interview today at Cambridge Focus, where I'm really interested in working. After having a few potentially good opportunities fall through on me, I decided that I wouldn't "jinx" any other jobs by talking about them. Unfortunately, I let the cat out of the bag to a few people, so I may as well tell everyone else, too. I showed up at the office a few minutes before the interview was scheduled, so the receptionist had me sit in the waiting area. I was glad to see that there was a water cooler so I could take some preemptive measures against the chronic dry-mouth that seems to plague me only during interviews (see entry from 8.29.05).
Jaime, the woman I was meeting with, came out to greet me and lead me to the conference room where the interview would take place. Somehow, I got stuck sitting in a chair that was unusually close to a big plant in the corner -- so much so that I couldn't sit straight up without having some of the leaves resting on my head. She went through her spiel about the company and what they do, then started asking me questions. This is when I realized that dry-mouth had already set in without me noticing. Stuck in a corner with a plant on my head and no water in sight, I was forced to click my way through the answers, trying to think of delicious things just so I could get a single drop of saliva in my mouth, but it was useless. Though I thought the pre-interview water would have done the trick, next time I will make sure to have water present during the actual interview.
That's all for now. I'll see you tomorrow.
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Manager: You must be here to pick up the Bravo.
Me: Yeah.
Manager: You really love this sandwich, huh?
Me: Uh, yeah, it's good.
Manager: If you order another one, I think we're going to name it after you.
Me: You can call it the Bacon Turkey Brian.
At this point, he started laughing much louder than I had expected. In fact, I sort of wished he would stop so the other people in the shop would stop looking at us.
Manager: That's good, kid! We'll punch it up right now!
Me: Uh, okay...see you later.
I had a job interview today at Cambridge Focus, where I'm really interested in working. After having a few potentially good opportunities fall through on me, I decided that I wouldn't "jinx" any other jobs by talking about them. Unfortunately, I let the cat out of the bag to a few people, so I may as well tell everyone else, too. I showed up at the office a few minutes before the interview was scheduled, so the receptionist had me sit in the waiting area. I was glad to see that there was a water cooler so I could take some preemptive measures against the chronic dry-mouth that seems to plague me only during interviews (see entry from 8.29.05).
Jaime, the woman I was meeting with, came out to greet me and lead me to the conference room where the interview would take place. Somehow, I got stuck sitting in a chair that was unusually close to a big plant in the corner -- so much so that I couldn't sit straight up without having some of the leaves resting on my head. She went through her spiel about the company and what they do, then started asking me questions. This is when I realized that dry-mouth had already set in without me noticing. Stuck in a corner with a plant on my head and no water in sight, I was forced to click my way through the answers, trying to think of delicious things just so I could get a single drop of saliva in my mouth, but it was useless. Though I thought the pre-interview water would have done the trick, next time I will make sure to have water present during the actual interview.
That's all for now. I'll see you tomorrow.
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