Today I made a crackhead cry, heard a homeless woman singing "I Wish You A Merry Christmas" in the library, got free pizza from a pervy bartender, and had a meeting with my new boss.
Mr McCauley "officially" hired me this morning. I say "officially" because he doesn't want to go through the hassle of, you know, mentioning me on the books. He's just going to give me $11/hr tax free to work with them 20 hrs per week. Hah...hah...whatever. Just give me work. And money.
On the way home, I tried the Metra for the first time. The tickets confused me a little, so I asked a benign-looking African American woman how they worked. Bad move. 20 minutes later she was practically sobbing whilst telling me about her 2 crack-addicted daughters, her crackhead ex-husband, her cat (and how she smacked it upside the head for waking her up last night), her fat grandchildren, and her life as an unwed teenage mother. OH and how itchy her wig was.
Seeing as she had trapped me in the window seat of the train, I tried to steer the conversation toward happier topics- "Why, I have a cat as well. They do provide good company don't they?" but it always seemed to come back to drugs and unwanted pregnancies. So I gave up and just started saying the things she wanted to hear. "How could he sleep with your cousin? The bastard!" What a depressing train ride.
Once home, I walked around the North side for a while, venturing as far as the Chicago River area. I stopped in at Pizzeria Uno, one of the top 10 pizzerias here. The bartender was a nice guy. He made recommendations, offered me free pizza, aaaannnd then wrote "pretty lady" on my receipt. How random and inappropriate.
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