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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Untitled. But if it were titled, it would probably be something like, "Gahhhhh!"
This is the account of my eventful trip to OKC.
Saturday - May 15th.
4:30 am.
Jump out of bed. Today is the day! I am practically bursting with excitement because I am finally on my way to visit my Sister in OKC to meet her precious baby girl, Cosette Mae (Cosi Mae).
5:30 am
I make it to the blue line. I just miss the train as it pulls away to head downtown. No worries. It's a good thing I am slightly neurotic about giving myself plenty of time to get places (as I hate to be running late). I have made this trip to Midway a thousand times. I am not concerned in the least. My flight does not depart until 8:05, after all.
It's no problem that the next train won't arrive for another 15 minutes. It's the weekend! I am flying to meet sweet Cosi. I have my iced coffee with soy, a brand new book (love) and trusty iPod.
What could stand in my way/rain on my parade?
6:10
I make it to Clark and Lake to switch to the Orange Line to take me the rest of the way to the airport. Yet again I just barely miss the train to Midway. Sigh, it's all good. I will just sit and delve into my book some more.
I will let those of you not familiar with Chicago that the Clark and Lake stop has nearly all lines running through it. Several more trains come, but not the orange line.
6:30
Finally an orange line train pulls up. Please observe the image below. Exhibit A, if you will.
I have circled, for your convenience, the most important thing to look for before boarding a train. The sign that lets you know which train it is. I see this : Orange + Midway + Airplane symbol = board the train.
I settle in for the 30-ish minute ride to Midway. Enjoying my book, enjoying my music, enjoying the black gold referred to as coffee.
A bit into the ride, I look up above the doors to see how many stops away I am from Midway and gauge how long it will take me to arrive. There are no train route maps in this car of the El. No worries. The last stop is Midway Airport. I will get there when I get there.
6:50
I should be nearing Midway, but as I look around, I don't recognize this part of the city... We pull up to a stop... I do not see orange. I see PINK! The PINK LINE!
Confusion.
Bewilderment.
I grab my bag (thank goodness I travel light) and dash out before the doors close. Where am I? Pink line? What the what? How did I get here? I was on the pink line that whole time? B-b-but!!! How did this happen?! It said Midway! It was orange. Whaaa?!
NO ONE IS PANICKING (panic, panic, panic).
OK. I will just catch a cab. The CTA worker said I would have not trouble catching one on Ashland. Thank you kind sir!
An hour til my flight leaves. Never mind that I should be breezing through secuirty about now with enough time to grab a diet coke and some mentos before approaching my gate... Don't think about that now. Flag a cab with all your might and don't lose hope!!!
One problem. 7:00 am on a Saturday morning in Pilsen... Not the best time to catch a cab on a corner. However, I did get many a van full of guys ask me if I was lost and offer me a ride. I was in such a state I wanted to take them up on their offer. Poor lost, bewildered gringa.
I called two cab companies. They could dispatch a cab, but they could not tell me how long it would take. Under 20 minutes, they were sure... Swallow. Breathe. Curb your tongue. Fight back those tears.
7:10
AT LAST!!! I see a cab. Across 5 lanes of traffic. I take off sprinting and waving (file away this mental image. you're welcome). So relieved that I might still make it!!!
I toss my bag in and jump in (ever so gracefully...) and say with eloquence: Airport! Late! Flight leaving! Midway! Help! Hurry! Go!
Sigh... while I was so thankful for a taxi - nothing could have prepared me for the ride there. He had to have been high. I kid you not. The things coming out of his mouth were some of the most racist comments I have ever heard. Ever!
I tell him I need to make a phone call to hopefully quiet his comments - true story. I called Southwest to see what they could do if/when I inevitably missed my flight. Despite my phonecall he proceeded to loudly tell me all of the people he thinks we should just "put a bullet through". Or rather, "kill off everyone and start over from scratch". Those are the most tame things he said that will make it into this blog.
Have you any idea how much it took to not give him a piece of my mind about the dignity of persons?!!
Back to Southwest agent. Nay-saying Nellie: "Well, see, here - mmm. Nope. Nope. Nope. Yeah, all flights are completely booked until 2:00. And even then, there's no guarantee we can get you on that flight. I just suggest that you get to the airport so that you don't miss your flight"
"I just suggest that you get to the airport so that you don't miss your flight"
Do ya, now?
Thank you so much!
I will now do as you instructed and begin to try and not miss my flight.
A million thank you's! Bye now.
Back to the racist, high, Italian beef eating cabby.
7:35
The airport is in sight!! He is having trouble making out the signs(stoned, anyone?), so I am trying to gently direct him...
He gives me a hard time about not having cash. Cabbies HATE it when you pay with credit card.
I am losing my patience to be completely honest. I had to endure his rants on all people groups and now I am apologizing for not carrying $30 for cab fare?!
He takes my card.
It won't go through.
His machine is not working.
7:37
He tries again. And again. And again.
It is all that I can do to not jump out of the cab and take off running.
Please, oh please, sir. Can't you just write the numbers down.
No pen? I have a pen! Here's a pen.
He tries to decipher the credit card numbers - BUT - he has my credit card upside down (again - stoned, anyone?)!
7:39
I am not proud of this. I am leaning over his shoulder from the backseat, literally shouting my credit card numbers at him, so he will just write them down and so I can flee the cab! "Write this down. Please, just write this down!"
7:40
I sign and take off running!
Print off my boarding pass from the kiosk.
Dash down the expert traveler security line.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Standing in line. Waiting.
I am sure all around me thought I had some sort of disorder. I basically look like a 4 year old who had to use the bathroom, for all the squirming I was doing. Thank goodness they did not detain me for my "suspicious behavior" (bathroom dance/folding my hands in prayer/eyes welling up every 10 seconds/shaking my head/failing at breathing deeply).
7:55
I make it through security!!!
I take off running to the last gate in Midway!!!
Out of breath, I ask with desparation: "Did I make it?!?!" (Side note: For some reason I had in my head they close the doors 10-15 minutes before take off... I think every thought in my head was worst case scenario thinking since I found out I had taken a joy ride on the pink line)
She is quite amused, shakes her head (trying not to laugh at my scene) and said, yes, you made it. The plane is running late. Take a seat.
PHEW!!!
So much adrenaline so early in the morning does not make for a relaxing flight. Especially a PACKED flight. Especially when you're smooshed into the window because your seat partner is a sleeper/leaner/mouth breather/drooler and can't seem to understand that your shoulder is not their pillow.
I was too antsy to read... Headphones in for some Josh and Chuck and their podcast on the 5 best counterfeiters.
I had a layover in KC where I was able to have a nice drink that did wonders for my disposition...
Just recounting this tale has gotten my blood pumping... Sheesh!
However, the time spent with sweet Cosi was just wonderful!!! She is beyond precious and was worth every penny spent, and every anxiety filled moment the morning I tried to get to her!!!
THE END
Saturday - May 15th.
4:30 am.
Jump out of bed. Today is the day! I am practically bursting with excitement because I am finally on my way to visit my Sister in OKC to meet her precious baby girl, Cosette Mae (Cosi Mae).
5:30 am
I make it to the blue line. I just miss the train as it pulls away to head downtown. No worries. It's a good thing I am slightly neurotic about giving myself plenty of time to get places (as I hate to be running late). I have made this trip to Midway a thousand times. I am not concerned in the least. My flight does not depart until 8:05, after all.
It's no problem that the next train won't arrive for another 15 minutes. It's the weekend! I am flying to meet sweet Cosi. I have my iced coffee with soy, a brand new book (love) and trusty iPod.
What could stand in my way/rain on my parade?6:10
I make it to Clark and Lake to switch to the Orange Line to take me the rest of the way to the airport. Yet again I just barely miss the train to Midway. Sigh, it's all good. I will just sit and delve into my book some more.
I will let those of you not familiar with Chicago that the Clark and Lake stop has nearly all lines running through it. Several more trains come, but not the orange line.
6:30
Finally an orange line train pulls up. Please observe the image below. Exhibit A, if you will.
I have circled, for your convenience, the most important thing to look for before boarding a train. The sign that lets you know which train it is. I see this : Orange + Midway + Airplane symbol = board the train.I settle in for the 30-ish minute ride to Midway. Enjoying my book, enjoying my music, enjoying the black gold referred to as coffee.
A bit into the ride, I look up above the doors to see how many stops away I am from Midway and gauge how long it will take me to arrive. There are no train route maps in this car of the El. No worries. The last stop is Midway Airport. I will get there when I get there.
6:50
I should be nearing Midway, but as I look around, I don't recognize this part of the city... We pull up to a stop... I do not see orange. I see PINK! The PINK LINE!
Confusion.
Bewilderment.
I grab my bag (thank goodness I travel light) and dash out before the doors close. Where am I? Pink line? What the what? How did I get here? I was on the pink line that whole time? B-b-but!!! How did this happen?! It said Midway! It was orange. Whaaa?!
NO ONE IS PANICKING (panic, panic, panic).
OK. I will just catch a cab. The CTA worker said I would have not trouble catching one on Ashland. Thank you kind sir!
An hour til my flight leaves. Never mind that I should be breezing through secuirty about now with enough time to grab a diet coke and some mentos before approaching my gate... Don't think about that now. Flag a cab with all your might and don't lose hope!!!
One problem. 7:00 am on a Saturday morning in Pilsen... Not the best time to catch a cab on a corner. However, I did get many a van full of guys ask me if I was lost and offer me a ride. I was in such a state I wanted to take them up on their offer. Poor lost, bewildered gringa.
I called two cab companies. They could dispatch a cab, but they could not tell me how long it would take. Under 20 minutes, they were sure... Swallow. Breathe. Curb your tongue. Fight back those tears.
7:10
AT LAST!!! I see a cab. Across 5 lanes of traffic. I take off sprinting and waving (file away this mental image. you're welcome). So relieved that I might still make it!!!
I toss my bag in and jump in (ever so gracefully...) and say with eloquence: Airport! Late! Flight leaving! Midway! Help! Hurry! Go!
Sigh... while I was so thankful for a taxi - nothing could have prepared me for the ride there. He had to have been high. I kid you not. The things coming out of his mouth were some of the most racist comments I have ever heard. Ever!
I tell him I need to make a phone call to hopefully quiet his comments - true story. I called Southwest to see what they could do if/when I inevitably missed my flight. Despite my phonecall he proceeded to loudly tell me all of the people he thinks we should just "put a bullet through". Or rather, "kill off everyone and start over from scratch". Those are the most tame things he said that will make it into this blog.
Have you any idea how much it took to not give him a piece of my mind about the dignity of persons?!!
Back to Southwest agent. Nay-saying Nellie: "Well, see, here - mmm. Nope. Nope. Nope. Yeah, all flights are completely booked until 2:00. And even then, there's no guarantee we can get you on that flight. I just suggest that you get to the airport so that you don't miss your flight"
"I just suggest that you get to the airport so that you don't miss your flight"
Do ya, now?
Thank you so much!
I will now do as you instructed and begin to try and not miss my flight.
A million thank you's! Bye now.
Back to the racist, high, Italian beef eating cabby.
7:35
The airport is in sight!! He is having trouble making out the signs(stoned, anyone?), so I am trying to gently direct him...
He gives me a hard time about not having cash. Cabbies HATE it when you pay with credit card.
I am losing my patience to be completely honest. I had to endure his rants on all people groups and now I am apologizing for not carrying $30 for cab fare?!
He takes my card.
It won't go through.
His machine is not working.
7:37
He tries again. And again. And again.
It is all that I can do to not jump out of the cab and take off running.
Please, oh please, sir. Can't you just write the numbers down.
No pen? I have a pen! Here's a pen.
He tries to decipher the credit card numbers - BUT - he has my credit card upside down (again - stoned, anyone?)!
7:39
I am not proud of this. I am leaning over his shoulder from the backseat, literally shouting my credit card numbers at him, so he will just write them down and so I can flee the cab! "Write this down. Please, just write this down!"
7:40
I sign and take off running!
Print off my boarding pass from the kiosk.
Dash down the expert traveler security line.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Standing in line. Waiting.
I am sure all around me thought I had some sort of disorder. I basically look like a 4 year old who had to use the bathroom, for all the squirming I was doing. Thank goodness they did not detain me for my "suspicious behavior" (bathroom dance/folding my hands in prayer/eyes welling up every 10 seconds/shaking my head/failing at breathing deeply).
7:55
I make it through security!!!
I take off running to the last gate in Midway!!!
Out of breath, I ask with desparation: "Did I make it?!?!" (Side note: For some reason I had in my head they close the doors 10-15 minutes before take off... I think every thought in my head was worst case scenario thinking since I found out I had taken a joy ride on the pink line)
She is quite amused, shakes her head (trying not to laugh at my scene) and said, yes, you made it. The plane is running late. Take a seat.
PHEW!!!
So much adrenaline so early in the morning does not make for a relaxing flight. Especially a PACKED flight. Especially when you're smooshed into the window because your seat partner is a sleeper/leaner/mouth breather/drooler and can't seem to understand that your shoulder is not their pillow.
I was too antsy to read... Headphones in for some Josh and Chuck and their podcast on the 5 best counterfeiters.
I had a layover in KC where I was able to have a nice drink that did wonders for my disposition...
Just recounting this tale has gotten my blood pumping... Sheesh!
However, the time spent with sweet Cosi was just wonderful!!! She is beyond precious and was worth every penny spent, and every anxiety filled moment the morning I tried to get to her!!!
THE END
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
That Girl...
So, this morning I went to the Starbucks right across from my building with my dear friend at work. When I walked in the doors, out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw someone that looked familiar, but could not put my finger on it.
As we waited in the massive line I realized that it was someone I had gone to school with. He must have come in as a freshman my junior or senior year. We weren't besties, but were at least on a first name basis as he was a regular at the coffee shop I worked at on campus and we had several mutual friends.
While waiting for my drink to be called, I looked and noticed he was with 3 other guys - 2 of them were classmates and friends of mine as well (one in my class and one in the graduating class ahead of me). To be honest, my first instinct was, "don't make eye contact, pretend you did not see them". Followed immediately by, "Come on, Alli. Don't be that girl. Grow up - get over yourself. You were classmates and friends".
So, I walk over and tap one on the shoulder, while smiling at and saying hello to the others. The one I tapped turns around and gives me an awkward hug. The rest half smile, as though I am really imposing and they are so put out by this whole scenario, but aren't they nice for putting up with this girl. So, I back pedal and get awkward - "Oh, so sorry to interrupt, just could not pass up saying hi..." One uses many whispery words to thank me for saying hi (dripping with Christian insincerity), one awkwardly nods and shifts eye contact, and the other two have not looked at me, or breaked in their conversation since I walked up to say hi.
OK, I am pretty surprised. I mean, we did graduate two whole years ago... But, we know each other. We would eat lunch together. Participate in group discussions together in class. We were part of the same community.
Quick, graceful exit. If only...
I can't explain why I seem to be so shaken up by this. Maybe shaken up is a bit dramatic... OK, perhaps it felt like rejection. Perhaps I felt like I was Josie Grossie from Never Been Kissed. OK, now I am really being dramatic!
Either way, I think I am still glad that I swallowed whatever uncomfortableness I anticipated experiencing when I decided to walk over and say hi. It's ironic that I calmed my fears by telling myself that it was irrational just to ignore and pretend I didn't see - after all, we are friends. They'll perceive you as rude and self absorbed to just duck out.
I fear that this could turn into me being the hero and these 4 boys being the villains. That is not my intention in the least! I think it just caused me to think about who I want to be. Which girl I want to be. The one who protects herself and misses out, or the one who puts herself out there and risks rejection.
Maybe this hit on something that I have been thinking about a lot lately. I have community here in Chicago. I have insanely amazing friends here and relationships with people who know me so deeply. It makes me timid when I think of uprooting and moving to a place where I am not known and I have to start over, all while undergoing the biggest transition of my life to date. I think that perhaps my friends and community and routine are my comfort and the prospect of leaving it all and starting from scratch is, well, uncomfortable. Not that I don't want to do it, I am just aware of the work and energy that it takes to build relationships and community and the time it takes to know and be known.
So, now is as good a time as any to continue solidifying who I want to be when I begin this next phase of the journey. Even though I will be the new girl, I want to be open and inviting and offer friendship and extend myself, even if that means I get shifty glances, or ignored completely.
Hmmm, how to wrap this up? Nothing nice and neat and tidy. Here was just a glimpse into a really insignificant interaction -> that stirred up a lot of messy emotions -> and my semi-unrelated-conclusion that followed. -> The end!
As we waited in the massive line I realized that it was someone I had gone to school with. He must have come in as a freshman my junior or senior year. We weren't besties, but were at least on a first name basis as he was a regular at the coffee shop I worked at on campus and we had several mutual friends.
While waiting for my drink to be called, I looked and noticed he was with 3 other guys - 2 of them were classmates and friends of mine as well (one in my class and one in the graduating class ahead of me). To be honest, my first instinct was, "don't make eye contact, pretend you did not see them". Followed immediately by, "Come on, Alli. Don't be that girl. Grow up - get over yourself. You were classmates and friends".
So, I walk over and tap one on the shoulder, while smiling at and saying hello to the others. The one I tapped turns around and gives me an awkward hug. The rest half smile, as though I am really imposing and they are so put out by this whole scenario, but aren't they nice for putting up with this girl. So, I back pedal and get awkward - "Oh, so sorry to interrupt, just could not pass up saying hi..." One uses many whispery words to thank me for saying hi (dripping with Christian insincerity), one awkwardly nods and shifts eye contact, and the other two have not looked at me, or breaked in their conversation since I walked up to say hi.
OK, I am pretty surprised. I mean, we did graduate two whole years ago... But, we know each other. We would eat lunch together. Participate in group discussions together in class. We were part of the same community.
Quick, graceful exit. If only...
I can't explain why I seem to be so shaken up by this. Maybe shaken up is a bit dramatic... OK, perhaps it felt like rejection. Perhaps I felt like I was Josie Grossie from Never Been Kissed. OK, now I am really being dramatic!
Either way, I think I am still glad that I swallowed whatever uncomfortableness I anticipated experiencing when I decided to walk over and say hi. It's ironic that I calmed my fears by telling myself that it was irrational just to ignore and pretend I didn't see - after all, we are friends. They'll perceive you as rude and self absorbed to just duck out.
I fear that this could turn into me being the hero and these 4 boys being the villains. That is not my intention in the least! I think it just caused me to think about who I want to be. Which girl I want to be. The one who protects herself and misses out, or the one who puts herself out there and risks rejection.
Maybe this hit on something that I have been thinking about a lot lately. I have community here in Chicago. I have insanely amazing friends here and relationships with people who know me so deeply. It makes me timid when I think of uprooting and moving to a place where I am not known and I have to start over, all while undergoing the biggest transition of my life to date. I think that perhaps my friends and community and routine are my comfort and the prospect of leaving it all and starting from scratch is, well, uncomfortable. Not that I don't want to do it, I am just aware of the work and energy that it takes to build relationships and community and the time it takes to know and be known.
So, now is as good a time as any to continue solidifying who I want to be when I begin this next phase of the journey. Even though I will be the new girl, I want to be open and inviting and offer friendship and extend myself, even if that means I get shifty glances, or ignored completely.
Hmmm, how to wrap this up? Nothing nice and neat and tidy. Here was just a glimpse into a really insignificant interaction -> that stirred up a lot of messy emotions -> and my semi-unrelated-conclusion that followed. -> The end!
Monday, April 26, 2010
New Blog
Hi Followers (that sounds cheesy, or cult-like),
I have started a new blog! It's barely up and running, but something I am very excited about!
Please check it out:
Words to live by
One of my good friends, Leah DesGeorges, sent this to me at work today. I met Leah through a mutual friend (who now lives in Detroit) who brought Leah to book club. That's how we became friends. She now lives in Denver and I get to be reunited with her very soon! It's amazing how God provides for us in ways we least expect.
That said, I had to share these words of truth and encouragement with you. Oh, I should also mention that Leah works for the same company that I do in which we sell "financial security" to our clients. This was a welcome reminder to both of us!
That said, I had to share these words of truth and encouragement with you. Oh, I should also mention that Leah works for the same company that I do in which we sell "financial security" to our clients. This was a welcome reminder to both of us!
To be a child of God means to go hand-in-hand with God, to do his will, not one’s own; to place all our hopes and cares in his hands and no longer be concerned about one’s self or future. Thereupon rest the freedom and the good cheer of the child of God. Yet how few of the truly devout, or even those truly heroic and willing to make sacrifices, possess them. They always go around bowed down under the heavy burden of their worries and responsibilities. They are all familiar with the parable of the birds in the sky and the lilies of the field [Matt 6:26-34; Luke 12:24-31]. But whenever they encounter anyone who has no means, nor income, no insurance, and is none the less unconcerned about the future, then they shake their head, completely baffled… Trust in God will remain unshakably firm only if one is willing to accept from the Father’s hand anything and everything. He is the only one who knows what is good for us… If this can be done, then one can freely live on for the present and for the future.
- Edith Stein (St. Teresa Benedict of the Cross)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Humbled
A much needed reminder this morning from Ephesians.
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
Ephesians 4:29
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Ups and Downs
Got yelled at by an angry woman whilst I was running down the stairs to catch the El - Negative points.
Starbucks boy calls me by name and had drink waiting for me when I got to the register and waved to me on my way out - Move forward two spaces.
Boss is back from week long vacation, so my phone has been ringing quite a bit - Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Figured out my class schedule for registration next Monday. It's color coded and I have highlighted my ideal selections - Plus 3 points.
A young troubled man was trying to get my attention by staring me down and shouting "come on" (Lord knows why) for 20 minutes on the El during my commute home. Pretended to be throroughly engrossed in my podcast and Blackberry... Ooo baby, it's a wild world - No points.
Today's mix consists of Simon & Garfunkel, John Denver and Joni Mitchell - Assign your own points, plus or minus, depending on your own tastes.
Realized yesterday that I only have 77 days left in Chicago before moving to Denver - Plus so many points for moving to the mountains. - Deduct a moderate amount for leaving this blessed city behind.
The sun has been shining and spring is finally here. - Plus infinite bonus points!!!
Starbucks boy calls me by name and had drink waiting for me when I got to the register and waved to me on my way out - Move forward two spaces.
Boss is back from week long vacation, so my phone has been ringing quite a bit - Do not pass go. Do not collect $200.
Figured out my class schedule for registration next Monday. It's color coded and I have highlighted my ideal selections - Plus 3 points.
A young troubled man was trying to get my attention by staring me down and shouting "come on" (Lord knows why) for 20 minutes on the El during my commute home. Pretended to be throroughly engrossed in my podcast and Blackberry... Ooo baby, it's a wild world - No points.
Today's mix consists of Simon & Garfunkel, John Denver and Joni Mitchell - Assign your own points, plus or minus, depending on your own tastes.
Realized yesterday that I only have 77 days left in Chicago before moving to Denver - Plus so many points for moving to the mountains. - Deduct a moderate amount for leaving this blessed city behind.
The sun has been shining and spring is finally here. - Plus infinite bonus points!!!
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