It's staff tryouts, we've just hired a pile of new staff and are trying them out one by one to see how they'll work.
This one, she's a pretty young student, of east Indian descent, she's going to be a broadcaster. She's studying at SAIT and wants to work part time, that's perfect, we have a part time position available....
Now she's pretty, and that's not a good thing, because the staff - read the Nephew and G - will probably overlook any number of imperfections in their quest to get her into bed. This works for them, me, I'm a bit more cynical, I want someone who can work - and work fast and well.
That's just me. I'm insane.
So they're chatting her up, ice-skating is the topic, she talks about her dread about falling on her face:
"I could fall on my face....ON MY FACE...then what would I do? Work in Radio?"
I only overhear these things, I don't make them up.