bitterfig

Today is my day of reckoning.  This afternoon I will appear in court to be judged for my failure to yield the right of way to the 76 Westbound Diversey bus last month.  I’m hoping that no one from Chicago Transit Authority will show up as the complainant and it’ll just be a matter of having my name called and getting my license back like the nice officer promised when he gave me the ticket in the emergency room. 

I’m a little nervous.  Despite my forays into shoplifting as a teenager and the anarchist aspirations of my college years I’m generally a good little girl, well behaved to a fault and I’ve never been to court in my life. 

I’m hoping it won’t be too bad.  The court is at Daley Plaza which is easy to get to via the blue line El so I’m not too anxious about finding it.  Maybe afterwards I’ll take a turn around Millennium Park and stop by the Chicago Cultural Center to look at the art exhibits.  It’s been a while since I’ve been downtown so I may as well make the most of it. 

I called the admissions office at Columbia College Chicago yesterday.  The semester doesn’t start till the 4^th of September so there is still a chance there will be a last minute opening.  They can’t tell me what number I am on the waiting list because apparently there isn’t an order to it; apparently they base it on some sort of esoteric criteria like who would best fit.  Maybe it’s a sort of understudy system and there’s a crazy girl who writes about dolls and witches who did get into the program but if she drops out, I’m in.

If I don’t get into Columbia I need to decide what to do next.  I can’t go on working in the market forever.  I simply don’t make enough money and the random schedule is hard on me.  I’ll need to either find a better job or reevaluate going back to school.  My sister thinks I should look into graphic design because unlike creative writing I could probably earn money as a graphic designer.  I would love to be able to create computer graphics, put together websites, things like that.  My main worry is that I wouldn’t be able to do it.  It’s so technical.  I’m not unfamiliar with computers, but I realize I operate at a fairly low level, customizing programs that already exist, using basic programs designed for basic users.  I’m crafty (as in arts and crafts) but not smart.  I have to think about it. 

My father will be visiting on Friday.  He wants to see Minya (my nephew, his grandson) before he starts kindergarten.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to see too much of him as I’m scheduled to work over the weekend and I think they’ve got me doing the dreaded mid-shifts which are from 10 or 11 a.m. to 7 or 8 p.m. and don’t leave a whole lot of room for doing anything on either side.  Of course I did get to see Pa-daddy a couple of weeks ago when I went to New York so it won’t be so bad.  Still, I like to be able to participate in family stuff.  That would be an advantage of finding a job where I actually got weekends off….