When my phone rang this morning at 8:39AM I tried really hard not to sound like I'd just woken up. I always feel bad when I get professional phone calls and I'm asked if I just woke up. Anyways, thanks to the Opportunities Group, another opportunity was knocking on my door. And this time, it was a law firm that needed my secretarial skills. I was to answer phones, riverside. In the loop, on S Riverside Plaza that is, at Rusin, Macoirowski and Friedman.
Anyways, everyone was friendly and patient as I casually asked callers to repeat themselves while furiously searching the staff directory for a name that sounded like the mumbled breath-speech I'd just heard. Answering the phone was kind of fun. I started the day of confident I was pronouncing 'Macoiorowski' correctly, but by the end of the day I was pretty sure I'd played some weird game of telephone with myself and was pronouncing it a little differently with each call.
Usually the fun ends when I fax in my time sheet, but not today. Public transportation never fails me in Chicago! The ride home was weird, considering I was poked, pretty aggressively, in the foot by a blind, (and seemingly) homeless man. Tonight is the first of the Chicago Dead Reunion shows. Wish I was going both nights, but decided to just do it big one night, instead of holding back at both. See you there!! Here's a bit from the book I'm reading--Peter Conner's, 'Growing Up Dead--The Hallucinated Confessions of a Teenage Deadhead;' "The arena security know as well as any Deadhead there-- you have taken over the arena and the usual rules don't apply. The best arenas instruct their staff that Deadheads may be strange and even scary, but they're really harmless, peace-loving people." I can't wait for my first Dead show!
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