It has been a month since my last post. That means a month has passed since I wrote about how excited I was to accept a job in the City of Chicago, as well as how awesome it was that I had finally found a place to live in the City.
In all my excitement about becoming an official Chicagoan, I did not take the time to step back and think about the what ifs or anything of the sort. I tend to try not to focus on the negative in life, so, unfortunately, I am sometimes surprised when bad things happen.
So, with that said, imagine my surprise when I found out that the apartment that was suppose to be mine, ended up being rented to someone else. Fortunately, the landlord I have now was super nice, and, after she had already agreed to let us transfer to the City, she ended up agreeing to extend our lease so we were not forced to settle for a hole-in-the-wall apartment on a bad side of town.
Fortunately, as much as it ticked me off that the new apartment fell through, it ended up being a blessing in disguise. It was not more than a few days later that I knew I had been deceived into taking a job that was not as promised.
It was all within a few days that I found out my scheduled track of how I wanted things to progress was being derailed. By November 1st, I wanted to be almost a month into my new job, while at the same time getting settled into a new apartment.
Now, here it is November 1st, and I now find myself unemployed and still living in the suburbs.
Of course, I know something better is out there for me, and it will come along soon. I just hope it is really soon, as otherwise I picture freaking out soon.
For now though, I am trying to remain calm about becoming another statistic of an American stuck in the unemployment line.