Chris from Chicago
July 12, 2018
Chris grew up in Arlington Heights, IL, just west of Chicago. His mom was a P.E. teacher at Niles North; his dad sold deli meat slicers up and down the Tri-State Tollway. Chris's dad was rarely seen without a cup of coffee from Dunkin; all those maple bars had made him a tad overweight. Still, Chris's parents loved him, and wanted nothing but the best for their son.
Though he spent a lot of Sundays watching the Bears, he eked out grades good enough for U of I, where he managed a 3.5 even though the Alpha Sigs social calendar kept him pretty busy—lots of bar crawls and exchanges. Like most of the guys in his frat, he majored in business—finance—psych had hotter girls, but the guys had all the finance tests on file, and they were there to make money, not waste time with English, or gender studies, or any other degree that wouldn't get you a job. He interned at PNC in the Loop after his sophomore and junior years; the commute wasn't bad from his parents' house in Arlington, and it was easy to catch a Cubs game on Fridays. The guys from PNC loved the happy hour next to their office, as long as they kept their ties out of the pitchers of Miller Lite.
Chris got married at 27 and lives with his wife and son in Naperville, not far from his parents. He's worked 10 years at American Chartered Bank, where he made partner. He'd probably have done even better if IT could get their shit together and keep the system up. Come to think of it, he enjoyed CS 105 in college, and still uses some of what he learned about Excel macros in his risk models. But he could never do code, or whatever nerd bullshit you had to know, to make the system work; his place was the front office, working with clients, generating revenue, not screwing around in the back office with computers.
On the weekends, he hits the links for a 6AM foursome at the club. His life is good for the most part, but he's a little jealous his next-door neighbor, a lawyer, drives a Porsche, when he's got only a Miata. Maybe he should've been a surgeon; he heard those guys make bank.