Here I am in Chicago. I am sitting in the living room on the couch of a softer nature. The space heater is clicking and buzzing. I have a throbbing pain my foot and ankle. It started today when I woke up. I went on about my day but then it kept getting worse. By the time I finished eating my meal I had get home to take my boots off.
Today I woke up around 10:30am. I had a phone interview around the time of 11:40am. “We may call you before or we may call you after this time” said my interviewer. I funny fellow who was amused by me, but then later said I needed more training in order to be professional. I know this because my room mate knows this. He is the reason I had these interviews. He is a supervisor at this company.
After my interview I decided to get ready. Slowly but surely I was dressed. My plans for the last two or three days has been to go to the movies. I want to go sit alone in a theater enjoying a romantic comedy basking in the glory of the solitude shared with strangers. The glow from the screen washing over me filling my mind with romantic images.
I once again pass on the movie and head out to dinner with a friend whom I had met the first time I moved to Chicago. She had been dating my room mate and neither of them wanted to be in the relationship. The hangover from whiskey last night craved a burger with bacon and a milkshake. Perhaps some fries. We wandered over to Hamburger Marys where my needs where met. I ordered a Queen Mary [burger with a bunch of different cheeses, carmelized onions, and bacon] with a black bean burger instead of beef. “Without the bacon?” said the waitress who seemed to be pissed since the moment we walked in. She had also been screaming bad romance in a horrible howling mocking voice before taking our order. “No…with the bacon” I respond with confidence. She gives a look and my dinner accomplice giggles.
"May I also have blue cheese on that?"
I wonder why she is so mad! Perhaps I should have sat down with her and asked her how her day was going. What were her dreams and aspirations in life? Tell me everything! But instead, I order my food and direct my attention to the lady across the table to woman who I have not seen in over a year. Her hair was different and she looked older. Worn out. When we sat down we had to move the table closer to me as to accommodate her breasts which were rather large. They seemed bigger.She was wearing a lovely purple dress with eyeshadow to match. We discussed her car, her life, reality tv, and her love life.