To CTA or not to CTA?

I've seen more than my fair share of ridiculous shit since I first landed on Chicago's doorstep.  Sometimes I feel like a few friends of mine from back home think I make each story up.  Well, they sit in disbelief until I receive a visit.  Then they witness the bona fide CTA in all its esteemed glory.

The CTA:  bringing back the "petri" in petri dish.  For serious!

I keep thinking I need a car.  I just have no idea when I'd wind up purchasing one.  Having the capacity to drive here and there has reinstalled a newfound appreciation for driving.  I truthfully believe most of this is linked to the fact that I'm regularly cooped up inside a bus or train, missing the city and having no real avenue to drive.  I also feel like if I were to have a car, I'd become irritated with traffic in no time flat.  

Angela keeps saying we should get a scooter for the warmer months and that almost seems like a good idea.  My only reservation lies in the fact that a one Mr. Pete Del Re scared me shitless one night as I rode behind him and he took Lakeshore Drive (oh I was drrrrunk!).

At what point does the CTA become too much?  How many freak-a-zoids can one witness inside this life we live?  

Dog Sitting in Evanston

Peace and quiet.  No one around for what feels like miles and miles.  Internet key, wi-fi and a laptop in my lap.  Doggies at my feet.  Crazy enough I feel like I should be doing something...but what?

Lately my life has been a fit of work piled on after more work.  Today I learned how copy specific Outlook folders within personal accounts and filter out necessary information.  Why?  Well We're suing in this crazy ass economy (so we need a lot of electronic documentation), which makes sense given the details surrounding our situation, however it means more work for me.  The more entrenched I become inside this position, the more loyalty I have to my current company.  The downside is I almost want to punch people some days.  I need a title, I need a car, I need a raise and I most definitely need a place in the suburbs.  

Maybe this is why people start flocking to the suburbs at about age 27+?  City life almost becomes too much.  Who knows.  What I do know is that I'm considering it more and more, just to get away from the absolute crazy crap I deal with consistently day in and out.

I'm about a good 10 years away from this reality...but it would be nice given the reality I've been presented with the last few months at work.

GAH!

Maybe I'll find time to post a few funny blogs...maybe talk a bit about the life as I have seen it in these bizarre times.

Yeah...ok...sure...but give me a second.  Actually a few seconds (maybe even minutes).  I'm really enjoying this silence...and comfort!