When I see a rat at the Clark/Lake Blue Line Stop
How I think I look:
what I really look like:
Wrigley Field
at a game:
on the Redline going back home:
(Source: ladyatheist, via safercampus)
Genuine love is rarely an emotional space where needs are instantly gratified. To know love we have to invest time and commitment… Dreaming that love will save us, solve all our problems or provide a steady state of bliss or security only keeps us stuck in wishful fantasy, undermining the real power of the love — which is to transform us.
— bell hooks (via transformfeminism)
(Source: quelowat, via loveyourchaos)
Eating a salad and browsing through the numerous “Job Alert” emails in my inbox. Slowly but surely starting to immerse myself into the official “job searching” process. I am thinking about documenting the process on this blog, both as a way to release frustration and as a way to provide first-hand knowledge of the current job market (at least in the non-profit world).
Currently I feel disillusioned, and naive. Am not going to get my hopes up regarding these job alerts I continuously get in my email. As if I can click the “apply” button and receive an interview. I’ve searched through two pages already and have not seen a single position I would apply for. Almost half are for intern positions (aka free labor) and the others are not in my interest whatsoever, or too far outside of the city.
Just looked at a position for the CHA, but owning a vehicle is required. FML. Hope this is not a trend. I can just imagine having to take out even MORE debt just to get a car just to get a job. Just looked at two other positions that also require a car. It makes sense for case management, I guess.
Keep seeing the phrase “Email resume and salary requirements to ____” Salary requirements!? How about enough money to pay off all my students loans, HUH?
“Since the early twentieth century, Chicago has been a laboratory for the scientific investigation of the social, economic, and historical forces that create and perpetuate economically depressed and isolated urban communities.” -When Work Disappears: The World of the New Urban Poor by William Julius Wilson
The last buildings left of the Cabrini-Green public housing development. Boarded up with black wood planks. Took this photo during a “field trip” for my Chicago Politics class.
