03/28/01
5:00 pm I am the frustration of tedious work�I am quitting my job�I am feeling foolish and without a backup plan�I am excited�I am infinite possibilities and just so many ways to get there�I am 'send all calls' and a broken copy machine�I am paper jams and white-out�I am argumentative�I am convinced that I'm right�I am diversity, or lack of it�I am finding it hard to convince you that it exists outside of NYC�I am midwest misconceptions�I am east coast arrogance�I am west coast sensibility�I am guilty of having my own preconceived notions, though�I am a trip back to the place where spent the past four years�I am the blue of the lake, the bite in the air and the rumble of the el�I am missing chicago�I am missing the bar - our very own lesbian cheers�I am the naked pictures on the walls, the low lights over the pool tables that we sometimes hit our heads on�I am the jukebox upstairs that played songs we all knew the words to, the deck where we could sit when it got warm, the dart board that I could never figure out how to get to work�I am the cutest bartenders ever and free watermelon shots�I am the tiny dance floor, and usually trying to avoid it�I am the back stairwell and the way I got myself into trouble there�I am the familiarity of the place, the know-how of having been somewhere almost every weekend for three years�I am the events that happened almost one year ago�I am preparing myself for three anniversaries-of-a-sort�I am looking forward to reclaiming those days, to celebrating them, in a way�I am going home now�
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