So I left work in a bad mood because that boy who fought yesterday and should have been suspended was not suspended and started another fight at the end of the day today. I couldn't wait to get home and relax. But I needed to stop at the library downtown really quick. It's only about a 5 minute drive from my apartment, and I needed to get a book I was going to use for school.
I parked at a meter on State, like I usually do. I found my book quickly, but then I went up to the 10th floor to hang out with my friend for a few minutes. By the time I got back to my car (in a downpour with no umbrella), it was gone.
There was a sign on the meter that said you couldn't park there till after 3:30. But I missed the other sign that said you couldn't park between 4 and 6 p.m. I stood there in the pouring rain and tried to figure out what to do. Oddly enough, my biggest concern was that my library books were getting wet. Luckily, some people at the Pacific Garden Mission across the street took pity on me and let me hang out in their lobby, where I started frantically calling people. Of course, no one was around. Finally I called my friend Whitney, who works downtown. She was a sweetheart and bought me a drink, and we hung out till Nina could come save me. While we were hanging out, everyone else started to call back and offer help as well, which was really nice. It's comforting to know you have friends who are willing to drive into the city during rush hour to save you.
I owe Nina so big. This girl took the el from UIC to her place in the Gold Coast to get cash. Then her friend picked her up and drove downtown to pick me up. He drove us both to Super Lower Wacker (aka the Homeless Convention, which broke my heart), and Nina paid $160 to get my car back.
There are a few things that are slightly ironic about this. First of all, we were just joking this weekend about Super Lower Wacker, and how it is the dirtiest place on Earth. We played MASH (pretending we were in middle school again), and it was determined that Rachel would honeymoon on Super Lower Wacker. (By the way, that's what we call the 3rd level of Wacker). Anyway, I voiced my curiosity about it since I'd never been there. As my dad just said, today I got a very expensive tour.
Also, I was very excited for this paycheck on Friday because I was finally ahead on bills and was going to have a $150 surplus. I kept imagining all the fabulous things I'd do with that money and finally decided I would start my Christmas shopping, or maybe put some of it towards that $372 bill I got for the cervical cancer vaccine. But now it all goes to Nina. I guess I should be thankful I will have money to pay her back, but seriously, it's like I can't catch a break. But I have nothing to blame but my own stupidity.
Tomorrow's adventure: the post office. Initially, it doesn't sound very exciting. But the postal service in my neighborhood is like that of a third world country. I promise. My friend's ex's dad lives in Guatemala, and what I'm dealing with is worse than his mail service. I have to go pick up a package, so who knows what excitement and danger I'll face in the process.
I parked at a meter on State, like I usually do. I found my book quickly, but then I went up to the 10th floor to hang out with my friend for a few minutes. By the time I got back to my car (in a downpour with no umbrella), it was gone.
There was a sign on the meter that said you couldn't park there till after 3:30. But I missed the other sign that said you couldn't park between 4 and 6 p.m. I stood there in the pouring rain and tried to figure out what to do. Oddly enough, my biggest concern was that my library books were getting wet. Luckily, some people at the Pacific Garden Mission across the street took pity on me and let me hang out in their lobby, where I started frantically calling people. Of course, no one was around. Finally I called my friend Whitney, who works downtown. She was a sweetheart and bought me a drink, and we hung out till Nina could come save me. While we were hanging out, everyone else started to call back and offer help as well, which was really nice. It's comforting to know you have friends who are willing to drive into the city during rush hour to save you.
I owe Nina so big. This girl took the el from UIC to her place in the Gold Coast to get cash. Then her friend picked her up and drove downtown to pick me up. He drove us both to Super Lower Wacker (aka the Homeless Convention, which broke my heart), and Nina paid $160 to get my car back.
There are a few things that are slightly ironic about this. First of all, we were just joking this weekend about Super Lower Wacker, and how it is the dirtiest place on Earth. We played MASH (pretending we were in middle school again), and it was determined that Rachel would honeymoon on Super Lower Wacker. (By the way, that's what we call the 3rd level of Wacker). Anyway, I voiced my curiosity about it since I'd never been there. As my dad just said, today I got a very expensive tour.
Also, I was very excited for this paycheck on Friday because I was finally ahead on bills and was going to have a $150 surplus. I kept imagining all the fabulous things I'd do with that money and finally decided I would start my Christmas shopping, or maybe put some of it towards that $372 bill I got for the cervical cancer vaccine. But now it all goes to Nina. I guess I should be thankful I will have money to pay her back, but seriously, it's like I can't catch a break. But I have nothing to blame but my own stupidity.
Tomorrow's adventure: the post office. Initially, it doesn't sound very exciting. But the postal service in my neighborhood is like that of a third world country. I promise. My friend's ex's dad lives in Guatemala, and what I'm dealing with is worse than his mail service. I have to go pick up a package, so who knows what excitement and danger I'll face in the process.
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