Saturday, December 31, 2011

I am a very wealthy man

From the eyes of a newbie meeting a very wealthy man.


My first apartment was in Chicago's most successful neighborhood, the Gold Coast. I also worked in the area as a server waiting on Gold Coast residents for three years gaining some rather interesting stories. 


Not everyone in the area was wealthy, but everyone was peculiar. My building in particular must have housed the most interesting characters in the area. There was a man that lived on the fourth floor who stored large black garbage bags filled with styrofoam heads in the laundry room. Every night around 7:30pm he would drag them from closets into the elevator and load them into grocery carts, bungee cording them in place. He would then pull the two carts down the street to a destination that I never knew. He was a nice guy, would sing a lot, but smelled and looked very dirty, I don't know if he even rented an apartment or if he just stored the styrofoam heads in the hallway closets and laundry room. 


Anyway, yes peculiar characters for sure, as well as contradicting lives. The Gold Coast area has many dogs, and fur coats, a lot of homeless & lower class next to million dollar mansions. But one man from the Gold Coast gave me a piece of advice that put this neighborhood into perspective and changed the way I think of "class." 


A regular to the restaurant I worked in, ordering the same thing every time, tipping excessively, and a staff favorite, had high expectations, as well as high rewards. He would bring in many business partners, was always smiling, and loved to talk. One night after a couple of drinks his chattiness increased as he talked about his work, his personal life, and his past. In this conversation I asked him, "So what was the secret to your success?" He replied,
           "Success.......well.......luck. I was in the right place at the right time throughout my career, it is not something I could have planned, it was luck. Everyone has million dollar ideas, but it is who hears them that makes them successful, the right people heard mine at the right moment. Do the best you can and always be happy at every point in your life, that should be your focus. Being successful is not being wealthy, remember that."


He slipped me $50 and walked away.


So there it is, the Gold Coast is not the most successful area in Chicago, most likely not the happiest, just the most expensive zip code in Chicago, and probably home to the most interesting characters as well. 


Hailey Schultz

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Joy to presents?



From the eyes of a newbie singing joy to presents?


When I was younger we would always sing "Joy to the World...." in school, church, I heard it on the radio... Now when I hear Joy I think of "Joy of toys" which is a respected charity that donates toys to children in need. I sit here on Christmas Eve as my little brothers drool over the mound of presents covering our living room floor. The excitement is overwhelming as they take turns in time-out and sway moods from laughing to crying within seconds throughout the day. It is impossible to stabilize their mood with the big boxes covered in sparkles waiting to be ripped open.


I love buying presents for people and my credit card shows it! But how long will these presents give joy to those I love, my guess is one week, maybe two, but then all will be forgotten and the new wish will be for summer vacation. 


Although the Joy of Toys is a wonderful program, how long will these toys bring the children in need joy? There is a better way to celebrate Christmas than thousands of dollars under the tree. Tonight when the unwrapping begins presents will be ripped apart, children will turn into savages quickly opening all of their presents as fast as they can and throwing them to the side until they are all exposed. They will then look over and analyze all of the goodies, pick the best one and leave the others until morning when Santa comes and the presents all become a huge pile of stuff, nothing is special, they expect even more, and when Christmas is over they will be reminded by commercials of what they did not receive. 


This is not the children's fault, we are the ones who continue this tradition. There is a better way to celebrate Christmas, but every year will be a battle to fight the mass and go against the grain of America's Christmas


Hailey

Saturday, December 10, 2011

When you feel like....what?

From the eyes of a newbie when you feel like crap.


A common saying these days is "I feel like crap." You feel like what? 


You mean to tell me that you feel like....




Someone chewed you up with pointy bones and pushed you down a slimy clostorphobic tube that threw you into a pit filled with acid that slowly broke you down into pieces. Then you were shoved into an endless curving pipe for hours where you are turned into a pile of mush and then flung into a huge pool and flushed down yet another pipe that lead you into a dark underground smelly swamp were you would live for an undetermined amount of time.


I truly hope no one ever feels like this.


Hailey

Thursday, December 8, 2011

2250 hours

From the eyes of a newbie and my first 2250 hours.

This year I will work 2,250 hours, like most workers in the US. The next 30+ years I will have put in approximately 67,500 hours into my career!

Everyday I hear a soft cheer around 5pm as I stay at my desk to finish up the days work. Lately I have been putting in 11-12 hours a day which makes me feel productive, but wipes out any chance to get the dishes done. 

Yesterday behind the 5 foot walls of my cube I heard a women say, "5 o'clock, I am out-of-here, finally!" and another women replied, "I know today lasted forever!"  My first thought was that 5pm came too early for me with the load of work I have at my desk, and then I realized...if I am going to spend the next third of my life working, I don't want it to fly by. I would rather everyday go by slow. Not only that I want my days to matter and what I do to make some sort of an impact or what a waste of a person I would be to this world. 

I would consider where I am now a prelude to where I want to go. But if I am going to spend 2250 hours plus at my desk this year I am sure as hell going to make it a good experience. 

First Step: I brought an exercise ball in for my seat

Second Step: I have made all my collegeues my good friends and we laugh a lot, that way I am spending thousands of hours with people I actually like

Third Step: Yet to be determined, I am thinking of a soft fluffy rug to make my cube more comfortable and inviting

Hailey