Like my new cubicle? 😉
Today’s bit of Forgotten English — you maybe thought I forgot about this desk calendar? You would not have been entirely wrong — is “quill-driver,” meaning:
A scrivener, a clerk; satirical phrase similiar to “steel bar driver,” a tailor….A clerk, scribe, or hackney writer. Brother of the quill, an author.
The Brotherhood of the Quill. I like that.
Anyway, it’s hard to believe was only our second day in the new office. Little kinks in the system continue to be worked out — or not — and that extends also to my commute. I took a train to Jamaica, then a connecting to Hunterspoint Avenue, where I took the subway (two stops) direct to Grand Central. Except for some rain, that worked out for me, about an hour door to door. Maybe an hour and change; I’m not yet convinced it saved me any significant amount of time over a twenty-five-minute walk from Penn Station. But still, not having to walk that in the rain…?
I got myself a little turned around taking the subway back to Penn Station this evening, taking the shuttle to Times Square and then walking around until I finally stumbled onto the A downtown. I missed my train home by literally one minute. I think I’ll do better with that part tomorrow; it’s on the return trip where I’m really fighting time and distance, and where the subway could probably really help me.
Of course, the plan remains to find someplace where I only have to take the subway in.