September 21, 2004
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This getting up early business really sucks. I woke about 7:30, ate and
showered. I called a place that had left a message for me yesterday. It
was for some sales/delivery job which requires going to schools and
such and selling them crap. Its not for me, so I told her to shove it.
I stopped off at the bank before heading
to the job fair. Traffic wasn’t as bad as I expected, and it only took
about 45 minutes to get down there. I parked and headed inside. The
doors had opened at 9 in the AM, so I figured there to be a little bit
of a line. Boy was I wrong. The line was from one end of the stadium,
to the other end, and halfway back to the other end. And I actually got
in the line when it was sorta short. After I was in line for a good
hour, the line streached all the way to the Indiana boarder, or so it
seemed. Although most people were dressed good (I in my very nice
suit), some dumbasses were wearing jeans. And even a couple had shorts
on, if you can believe that. Shit, if you are going to wear shorts, you
might as well stay in bed. A couple of other losers even brought their
kids. Shit, its a job fair, not a fucking county fair. Still, most
people weren’t that dumb. There were a lot of hot, young guys dressed
in nice suits, which made them look even hotter.
After spending what seemed like 2 hours in
line, I was granted permission inside. But first, I would walk to the
seats and look at the field. It looked so tiny. And it was unpainted.
Did you know they remove the paint after each game? I didn’t. At least,
I’m assuming they remove the paint after each game. They left the field
goal posts in the ground. After a few minutes, I headed into the fair,
not knowing exactly what to expect. It was packed. And long lines at
every booth. I was a little discouraged, because of the amount of
people. How am I going to beat out all of these people, or even 1/3 of
them? I stood in a few lines. Most of the companies were from downtown
Chicago, or the north burbs, like Waukegan and Schamburg. And a lot of
the jobs required degrees. Damn. I felt hopeless. Being there made me
realize just how many people are looking for jobs. It made me feel like
I don’t stand a chance. After visiting about 6 booths, I decided to
head home after visiting the Tribune booth. While I was in line, there
was this really hot guy dressed nicely in the line next to me. He
seemed very fem. I was unable to talk to him, though, while in line. We
both finished in the line about the same time. He was walking out, as I
was walking out. I wanted to talk to him. As soon as we reached the
doors, though, he was on his cell phone. Nuts!
For some reason, while I was in line this morning, I
had Baby Got Back stuck in my head. I think it was because there were a
lot of big butted (is that even word?) black girls there.
