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So, I'm officially unemployed now, not my favorite feeling. My folks came up last night to spend the night, which kind of helped chase away the weird feelings that came right after leaving Baker for the last time. I know it was a temp job, but it's the only full-time job I've ever had, and it lasted longer than most of the part time jobs I've had. So it was strange and rather sad to leave. I spent most of the afternoon cleaning out my computer, deleting pictures and files, uninstalling Spybot SD and Firefox and AIM, all that good stuff.
I have an interview Monday for a new place, Citadel Investment Group, it's called. I guess it's a really huge place, and it would be a three-month job, so I really hope I get it. It's not near the metra station though, so I may have to just suck it up and take the bus instead. Oh well, I knew it would have to happen sometime. I liked the metra, though.
After you ride the Metra awhile, you start recognizing some of the people on it. There were two people who usually rode in the back car with me, who I don't think actually knew each other anywhere but the train, but who would talk almost every day, then say goodbye and go separate ways as we disembarked. One lady always sat in the same seat in the back of the train, in the seat with no window, and read tabloid magazines. The one I think I'll remember best, though, is a woman whom I never saw on the train (must've ridden in a different car), but who always took the 5:11 Blue Island and got off at 51st with me. Nothing much interesting about her, except that every day when the weather was nice, she'd be met at the corner across from the station by a guy and a really cute baby in a stroller. I only noticed them at first because the baby has a really funny hat, like a jester hat, I first saw them in the fall, and it was much too big for him (or her, at that age it's hard to tell). They stopped doing it when the weather was so bitter this winter, but this week I saw them again every day. I thought it was so sweet, her family coming every day to meet her at the station. I wonder why they do that. But I doubt I'll see it again, so I should write it down for posterity. You never know where a story idea or a character concept will come from in the future, right?
Mike is not home right now, and I'm feeling bored and lonely and at loose ends. Someone should IM me and talk to me. You don't even have to know me, I'm not picky. =)
I have an interview Monday for a new place, Citadel Investment Group, it's called. I guess it's a really huge place, and it would be a three-month job, so I really hope I get it. It's not near the metra station though, so I may have to just suck it up and take the bus instead. Oh well, I knew it would have to happen sometime. I liked the metra, though.
After you ride the Metra awhile, you start recognizing some of the people on it. There were two people who usually rode in the back car with me, who I don't think actually knew each other anywhere but the train, but who would talk almost every day, then say goodbye and go separate ways as we disembarked. One lady always sat in the same seat in the back of the train, in the seat with no window, and read tabloid magazines. The one I think I'll remember best, though, is a woman whom I never saw on the train (must've ridden in a different car), but who always took the 5:11 Blue Island and got off at 51st with me. Nothing much interesting about her, except that every day when the weather was nice, she'd be met at the corner across from the station by a guy and a really cute baby in a stroller. I only noticed them at first because the baby has a really funny hat, like a jester hat, I first saw them in the fall, and it was much too big for him (or her, at that age it's hard to tell). They stopped doing it when the weather was so bitter this winter, but this week I saw them again every day. I thought it was so sweet, her family coming every day to meet her at the station. I wonder why they do that. But I doubt I'll see it again, so I should write it down for posterity. You never know where a story idea or a character concept will come from in the future, right?
Mike is not home right now, and I'm feeling bored and lonely and at loose ends. Someone should IM me and talk to me. You don't even have to know me, I'm not picky. =)
