OK. I’m pretty sure my parents are convinced that I am
insane. I also think the majority of my friends think I’m insane. Actually I
could count on one hand how many of my good friends think what I’m doing is
perfectly sane. BUT I know for a fact that all of my coworkers whole-heartedly
agree that we are some of the sanest people in the world.
Why does everyone think I’m insane?
GOODQUESTIONLETMETELLYOU.
- Today I stood out in the rain and the wind in downtown Chicago happily greeting perfect strangers (and one awkward high school acquaintance—weird) and asking them if they can help me fight hate groups. For five hourss.
- I left for work at 6:30am and I am currently sitting on the Metra to go home. It is 10:30pm at present moment.
- When you actually figure out my hourly wage it is significantly less than minimum wage. Yay salary!
- Goddamn odd number lists. I can’t stand them. Unless it’s a multiple of five, which three is not.
Why am I doing this? OMGGREATQUESTIONLETMETELLYOU.
- I want to save the world.
- I love Chicago. Even in the rain and the wet and the cold and the wind, I love all of it. The traffic delays, the homeless people, the business men and women, the little old ladies that have lived on the third floor of that one musky apartment complex for 50 years, the tourists, the suburbanites that infiltrate the city for a day of fun, the youth that are so motivated to make a difference, the youth that aren’t so motivated, the pigeons, the Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts on every corner, the competing CVS and Walgreens, and the beautiful way in which all of this life comes together to create a place that functions barely but so perfectly.
Grassroots Campaigns may have been the best thing that has
ever happened to me, but this has been the strangest start to a job that I have
ever had. I literally love every minute of it. The long hours don’t seem long
until my head hits the pillow. Getting up at 5:30am isn’t ideal, but for once
in my life I don’t dread what’s coming after the alarm. I was going to
apologize for the sappy nature of this post but I have decided I’m not going to
because I think it’s time I was a touch more genuine on this blog because
usually I’m a sarcastic asshole. At least that’s what I think.
HOWEVER, this has also been one of the hardest transitions
of my life. I am so happy to be in Chicago and back by my family and my Rogan’s
Shoes loves (HEY HANNAH THAT’S YOU), but my heart still breaks when I think
about how hard it was to leave my best friends in Rock Island. You guys know
who you are. When I was pulling out of my driveway tears were rolling down my
face. Just sitting here thinking about it makes me well up. I was never
particularly fond of the administration at Augustana College, but I miss the
absolute shit out of some of those professors and I respect them even more.
I’ve met some of the worst people and some of the best people in the world at
Augustana. Up until recently I’ve been wishing I didn’t go to college, but the
more I reflect, the more I realize I wouldn’t change a thing.
I apologize for my absolutely horrendous lack of focus in
this post. But whatever. It’s a blog. Suck my dick.
