made it through the night...

no one tried to break into my hotel room, but i was woken up by a jet crusing directly over the building.

rule of a midwestern education #462: don't spend less than $100 on a hotel in chicago.

i found a starbucks this morning, having woken up quite early. i am sitting here listening to antje duvekot, whom i discovered through heatherfeather. it's a sunny day in chicago, though it is chilly for some reason. when i arrived yesterday and got out of the car, i expected it to be around 80 degrees like it was in dez moinay. alas, it was more like 40.

so my interview is at 10. i am not really feeling that nervous. at this stage of the game, i really have nothing to lose, so if the dude likes me, he likes me, if not, then not. granted, i have had wild fantasies of calling the temp agency on my way back and giving my two weeks notice and going on a mini Kiehl's shopping spree before heading back to iowa. but if not, not. that doesn't mean i'm going to half-ass this thing. that would not be the amischwab way.

my motel did have cable, which i do not have in my own home. so i was kind of excited, until i realized that there is still nothing on.

the pug and i had fun. i texted with rolla and she said he seemed worn out, which is a good thing. i did get him moving a lot with my futile attempts to play fetch with him and walks through the neighborhood much closer to the river than my own (read: more bugs, ew). i was so excited to have a house to myself for the weekend--think of the possibilites is what i thought to myself. so you know what i did on saturday? i hung out with the, er, housemates. kind of like every other saturday.