God, I feel like I've been on the subway all day today...oh wait, I have. Let's recap:
Travel Cuts at Washington Square to book Matt's flight: G train to V train
Hunter College to 'finalize' my hiring package--oh wait, it wasn't finalized. since I got sent up to HR, and the secretary still needs to write up an 'appointment letter,' and I also need a special Hunter ID even though I already have a GC ID, and there's another tax form. Finalized my lilly white ass: V train to E train to 6 train
Grad Center to pick up all the shit I left in my mailbox (since I have no real office), check my email, and get a coffee: 6 train to W train
Home (eventually): 7 train to G train
That's right...once I get home, I'll have taken 9 trains. That means 9 different and delightful opportunities to hear: "Stand by for an important message from the New York City Police Department. If you see a suspicious package, don't do nothing. Report it!" Don't do nothing? Please, please, don't assault me with double negatives while I'm trapped on the fucking subway!