the pool is closed

Well... so much for the "going swimmingly" part of moving to Chicago. Well, not all of it. I think the kiddie wading pool is still open, so that's at least something.

The swanky receptionist job is no more. Well, correction: the swanky receptionist job is still there, just that I am no more in it. I have NO CLUE why. Neither does my temp recruiter. I mean, really... who can't find me loveable and wonderful?!? And they missed out -- I was going to bring them cookies. Really, it's their loss.

Yesterday, I helped out at the temp agency, proving to them that I am wonderful. Tomorrow I'll be doing the same thing. Today I'm at a swanky financial and investment company downtown... manning the desk ("don't worry about the phones, they're really confusing," she said) and shredding paper.

I've hit the high life at last.

bet your bottom dollar you lose the blues in....

oh, yes, you guessed it -- Chicago! wow. what a big city. I'm offically here, so it seems. I found an apartment (the first one I visited), I found a swanky receptionist job downtown (the first one I interviewed for), and everything in my new place is organized (all my furniture fits perfectly). and, as you may see, everything is going swimmingly (okay for me, since I was a lifeguard). I'm finding some cool cafes I want to check out... that is, after I earn a paycheck or two... or ten. The natural food store is actually comperable to regular grocery stores -- maybe there's just a good enough demand. I've been to the beach a few times. the beach is free. the beach is also pretty fun... I just lay there on the sand for a while, every now and then saying, "a beach. I'm on a beach." although I'm not a huge fan of melanoma, after spending 80 hours a week this summer in a warehouse selling doorknobs and a restaurant selling burritos, basking in the sun was *wonderful*.

everything is as it should be. I only foresee it getting better.