Back track to Thursday, August 11
The owner of Chicago Dogs called a week later to offer me a job. I took her up on the offer. Having a position is, after all, essential to THE PLAN. Let me run through the check list
Apply: Check
Get an Interview: Check
Land a job: CHECK
I am going to be the GREATEST Chicago dog making artist (pronounced the French way artissst) ever!
Next dilemma: How am I going to get from my dad's place to the fair every day?
I have this crazy idea: I could bike to the fair grounds, saving money and perhaps losing some of the extra ‘living at home where the food is free and easy’ pounds I have gained since moving back into my mother’s basement two months ago. Google maps tells me it is only 16 miles. And with Google maps I’ll never get lost…
Foolproof!
I will be one of those cool kids who arrives to work with a bike helmet!
Once I get to the fair, I’ll work the morning shift, getting off at 4 pm every day. That means I have time to meet up with people, hang out, investigate fair secrets, hunt down the Gopher for photo opps, stand in line for a yard stick, and revel in the general joy that is an evening at the fair. Alternatively, if I’m tired from, well, the actual job and stuff, I could go home and wash the grease off and have my own life. But I shan't let a job get in the way of my fair experience. No way. I am certain it will only add to the excitement.
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