Jimmy Ethyl 1
Originally uploaded by bridgeportseasoning.
Once I get some money rolling in I'm totally buying a Metra pass. The "L" ride to Evanston has been loooooonnngg, to say the least. With the way to really fly, I can wake up at 6, as opposed to 5, eat, walk the dog, shower, get to the train before it pulls out of downtown at 8:35, and into Evanston before I have to punch in.
The work has been dry - I'm at a law firm that specializes in property tax appeals - but with two north suburban townships closing their filing periods yesterday there was work to do. Everything I set out to do last weekend freelance wise I did, only when I sat down to start writing copy for my Sun-Times pieces this morning I double checked my deadlines and remembered they aren't due until the 19th. But the majority of the research has been completed, and I don't have to stress as much next week when I finish.
That turn of events turned out to be fortuitous, as the folks for the job I interviewed for two months ago finally got back to me last week for a second interview. At the very least, I'll have a job. It's just in a couple weeks I'll find out which job that will be. The dreamer in me says I could do both, still freelance on the side, really pad the bank accounts, put everything into storage for a year, buy a car and drive around the country with the dog. That's why the dreamer's a dreamer, not a realist.
I caught Mom up on all this this morning in my belated birthday phone call. When I finished, she asked, "How are you going to find the time for all this?" Don't know, Ma. Don't know.