I cannot stop bitching about the fact that I have to work three overnight shifts this weekend. I am in the midst of my second one now, and I hate it more than words can adequately describe. The biggest problem is the fact that I cannot sleep during the day—especially when it’s sunny, 75 degrees and my lady is waiting for me to wake up and do fun things with her. The second biggest problem is the fact that I operate on a completely opposite schedule all week long.
So, I slept a few hours after work today then made the most of my pre-work evening.
I have been on a mission to buy a decent couch for, well, about four months now. Ok, maybe I want more than decent. I want a vintage, Mid Century modern-style sofa in good condition. Oh, and I want it to be cheap.
These specifications are why my apartment has yet to be completely unpacked. I am waiting to find the “perfect” everything. And Thursday, I thought I was in luck.
I found a cute, vintage couch—almost exactly what I wanted—for $200 on Craigslist. I called the guy and was shocked to hear it was still available. Ali and I headed to the North Side to look at it today, with my hopes quite high.
We got to the apartment after climbing the five flights of stairs to look at the couch (the whole time thinking, “How the eff are we going to get this thing down?”) We walk into the place and this woman is there, wearing two pairs of eyeglasses. Yes, one on top of the other. She was also holding a bird and had a huge tongue ring.
Weirdest shit ever.
The guy showing the couch was so awkward to us. Ali said it was because he was weirded out by “the lesbian thing” but I just thing he was socially fucked. He then proceeded to tell me that he wanted to sell these two weird chairs with the couch and that he wanted at least $500 for everything. Creature! Who does that?
Anyway, we left and I decided I would rather be couch-less than buy from that weird beard.
After dinner, we headed to the Musicbox and saw the new Guy Maddin movie, My Winnipeg. It was expectedly weird and really funny. Throughout the film, the words like “Gay Bison” and “Hairless Boner” would flash on the screen. Since I’m 12 years old, I found this extremely amusing. But seriously, it was pretty great and now I need to check out The Saddest Music In the World (Isabella Rossellini with a beer-filled leg?! I’m sold!)
Now I’m at work and whiny but I really shouldn’t be. This summer has been great thus far. For once I feel like I’m taking advantage of the weather and doing things (other than work) that make me happy. Next weekend Ali and I are heading out to Saugatuck to stay in a beach house with her friends Becky and Mike (who are full-blown awesome).
I got really down about work, money, etc. last week but I’m realizing that it’s going to be okay one way or another. I can learn so much from the great reporters here, and despite what all of the Chicago media critics have to say, I have faith that we can turn things around here with a little TLC. Not to say I don’t cringe every so often, but I would like to think every reporter I know gets squeamish about their company’s journalistic choices from time to time.
Ahh, I get to go to the county morgue after I write about two gunshot victims and an extra alarm fire. My job is pretty rad, I suppose.