It is no secret that I hate my job. It is also no secret that I hate Chicago. But which do I hate more? Let me explain....
I have lived in the Minneapolis area my whole life, and Tim has lived in the Twin Cities a big chunk of his. So when I graduated college and Tim was out of a job, we decided it was a good time to try something new. We had no jobs, attachments, and we’re young. If we were going to do it, this was the time. So we decided to move to Chicago.
After we found our new apartment and unloaded the 27 foot Penske truck, it was time to look for work. I found a job right away at a non-profit free clinic for the uninsured. It really is an amazing organization. I love what they/we do, my coworkers are great, and the patients are extremely grateful and generous. But my position sucks. I am the “Operations Associate” which is a more attractive way of saying Administrative Assistant. I do data entry, photocopying, and everything that no one else wants to do. I do give my supervisor some credit though. He tries to make my job better by throwing in research and evaluation, but mostly it’s all menial. Needless to say, I’m unhappy and surprised as all hell I’ve made it there this long.
So a few weeks ago Margaret mentioned this job opening at a domestic/sexual violence center (which is my field) as a Volunteer and Crisis Line Coordinator (which is the job I have been wanting since graduation). So I updated my résumé, wrote a kick butt cover letter, and mailed it in. Of course after perusing all that, they wanted to meet me right away! So I had a phone interview with the Executive Director on March 9th, and not 5 minutes after I hung up the phone with her the Program Supervisor called asking to see me the next day for a face-to-face interview! It went well, but I still haven’t heard back from them. And of course I want the job! It’s what I’ve been looking for!
But I really don’t want to live in Chicago. If any of you have moved from Minneapolis (not a suburb, but Minneapolis proper) to Chicago, you probably know what I mean. In the 7 months that I have lived here, I have not been impressed. I have tried to like it, I have tried to see what is so great about Chicago, but I still don’t like it. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the city. The history, the diversity, the populations, are enchanting, but to me they do not compare to the clean streets, the less crowded roads, the nicely manicured lawns, and the smiles from strangers that are so prevalent in Minneapolis.
I want to move back. I want to ride my bike on the road without cars going out of their way to hit me. I want to take late night walks around Lake Harriet. I want to drink Grainbelt Premium at Dusty’s, I want to be a part of my friends’ inside jokes, I want to go roller skating without setting aside 2 hours for travel to and from the rink, and I want to not have to take off work and travel 500 miles to see my family and have to decide if I can afford to see them on holidays.
But if I do get this job, what do I do? Of course I’ll take it, I would be stupid not to. It would be the perfect career move. It’s what I want to do. But September rolls around, our lease is up, and Minneapolis is just a Penske truck and 500 miles away. What do I want more? To go home, or have the job I’ve been wanting? A job that’s not so easy to get in Chicago, much less Minneapolis where sexual violence centers, and thus jobs, are less abundant. I know I shouldn’t get worked up unless I get a phone call. After all, it has been two weeks since my interviews and I still haven't heard back from them. So we’ll see. I’ll let you know what happens.