As I was walking from my hotel I watched the scene happening around
me. The noise of taxis, the
howling of the wind, the clatter of people walking by and the L train echoed
along the streets. I was not used to this yet.
Coming from Florida,
it was just touching 65 degrees on the thermometer, and here when the wind
picked up, it was a blistering cold 16 degrees. In Florida, the streets
were sprinkled with cars z-o-o-m-i-n-g around town, groups of people cheerfully
skipping down the sidewalks while in Chicago the streets were clogged with
taxis and the sidewalks covered with w~a~v~e~s of people hiding their emotions from
the wind and barely looking around them.
I felt like a fish; ~s w i m m i n g~ upstream as I weaved in and out of the crowd trying to reach the tall doors of the green stone building. It is funny though, how there can be so many people around you but
yet, you feel lonely. I liked the juxtaposition, however. I could
be left alone to my thoughts.
I
walk closer to the building where I have my first interview. I can feel my heart tugging toward the
unknown like Marlow's excitement in Heart of Darkness. I pulled my hands
from my pockets to open the brass doorknob. The lobby was bright and warm decorated for Christmas. A plump lady behind the dark granite desk
with a cheerful smile welcomed me.
The clatter of ringing telephone and joyful conversations made me smile
at the difference between inside and outside. At that moment, the phone at the font desk rang. With a few nods, the lady stood up,
smiled and said, “He’s ready for your interview.”
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