Schaumburg, ho!
(whine, whine, whine)

Yesterday I had the interview in Schaumburg. It took me an hour and a half to get home. I was ready to call them up and cry, "Please remove me from your mailing list!" But the guy I interviewed with beat me to the punch. He called today at 9:15 to invite me in for a second interview and offered me flex time. With flex time it's under an hour each way. Not that horrible, I guess, but definitely not my vision of city living.

You commute, and it becomes this major deal if your car breaks down, or if you get sick or drunk, or if some tractor trailer carrying heating oil turns over. Many, many times, stupid shit like that would happen in Baltimore, and I could just walk home and laugh at the people stuck in their cars while a 10,000-degree fire raged underground or whatever. It also came in handy when my bus rear-ended a garbage truck. There was also about an 18-month period of "the wheels on the bus go round and round, falling down, better hit the ground" and the passengers were never hurt but drivers and pedestrians sure got the tar blown out of them and at least two cars were totaled. Bus wheels weigh about 200 pounds and tend to fly off in pairs.

But maybe these things are not so dangerous here.
 

¶ 1:04 AM