One day I will dig through the boxes in my garage and find my original, paper job application from acompany I worked for when I was very young. In the summer of 1979 I was 19. I had just arrived in Chicago from New York. I loved living in Chicago – the lakefront, the parks, my friends and the crazy-low cost of living compared to New York — but I had a problem. I lost my job as a waitstaff member at an outdoor cafe when it closed for the winter. I needed an office job.