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Welcome to my blog! As you will soon discover, this is a personal blog, mostly about my life, where I've been, and where I'm going. Many of my readers may well be people who have known me for a long time, and at some points during this journey, certain facts or events may make those people feel uncomfortable. I do apologize for any of these instances in advance, and I humbly ask all of my readers to be kind and censor themselves.

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Monday, June 13, 2011


Ok, so I know I haven't been around for a while...so instead of blubbering about how I'm terrible and how I feel super bad about not updating like I should I'll give you a recap of whats been going on and some ideas running through my brain of things to write about:

  1. My family and I drove to Portland, OR to celebrate my great-grandmother's 90th birthday
  2. My dad left for Israel on a business trip
  3. My mom and sister will be leaving on their trip to Kansas City for the summer (I have taken that trip twice, once with my mom and sister, and once with my grandparents. I already wrote about my first trip in the piece "Across the Country With Your Eyes Closed" but I want to expand on it and write about my trip with my grandparents in significantly detail)
  4.  We attended our annual family reunion picnic on my maternal grandfather's side
  5. All of this in between 20 hour work days and the days in between that I like to call "Julie gets to nap because she is over worked and under paid" days. 
I want to write about all of these things, I just need to find the time! One of these days...

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

SHAMELESS PLUG!! Meet "The Spoiler"!

Since I plan on writing a series called Spoiled on the relationship between my maternal grandmother and myself, I thought you all should get to know her. I'd like to introduce you to her blog, http://cachingontheroad.blogspot.com/ She blogs about her travels with my grandpa in their RV. Soon you'll be hearing my side of the story, so I suggest you brush up on grandma knowledge.


Across the Country With Your Eyes Closed

I know, I'm terrible...but what's a college girl to do when school lets out for the summer? Sleep in of course! And also carry on two jobs and freelance work...So I'm posting late today, and I seem to have forgotten all about last week (finals week) entirely! Shame on me...however, until I can get my gears working again, here's a piece from my CNF class: an assignment to cover our "Seven Wonders of the World".

Seven Wonders

Tuesday, May 10, 2011



Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Spoiled (part I)

Note: I have decided that I really like the quality the Scribd documents give the pieces I write, so I've decided to submit most of them through Scribd and post them here using the embed method. I apologize to my readers who may not be able to access the pieces as easily if they are using a mobile device to read the blog. Additionally, I would like to mention that when viewing on Scribd you should be able to download the pieces and print them out, and I encourage my readers to do so as I believe that it may give a different feel to the writing.
Another Note: I have mentioned in the following piece that this is part of a series I intend to begin, although I cannot guarantee that one piece of the series will be posted every week. Please be patient with this endeavor, and without further ado....Enjoy!


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

No Longer Konstant(ine)


Tuesday, April 19, 2011

The Daydream

            I was driving to work today when I started daydreaming, as I often find that I am able to pay more attention to the road while also doing something else, just as I most often am simultaneously taking notes and surfing the net during some classes. The following is an expanded version of the extremely short daydream I had. Take note: the following may be fictional, but it was a REAL daydream, therefore making it non-fiction, right?

Roughly a week after posting my recent blog entry about my workplace a lot of the hype had died down and I was no longer worried about any sort of repercussions due to the controversial nature of the post. I had been working for about an hour on the line when an older woman approached my station. She had close cropped graying hair and wore her forty-some-odd years around her hips like an inner tube. She carried a yellow legal pad and wore a grey pantsuit, unbuttoned. I asked her what she would like to order, she glanced at the menu and ordered something with surprising flippancy. While I was begging my order, she shuffled closer to the glass sneeze guard, leaned in close and whispered to me, “now tell me, when was your last break?” to which I answered a surprised “excuse me?” She clarified, “how long did you work before getting your first break?” I explained to her that I had only started working an hour prior to her visit, and so was not yet entitled or aching for a break. She wrote down everything I said, no matter how relevant to her “cause” and looked at me with pained sympathy as she left.
            As weird as that was, what was weirder was how many more people came to discuss working conditions with me and my coworkers in hushed tones over their obligatory burrito in the ensuing few days. We had as many incognito news reporters, with their pantsuits and fashionable bob haircuts, as we did teenagers on a Friday night after the championship game. All of them wanted the inside scoop on our working conditions. Were we forced to work through breaks or even off the clock? Did we really receive our weekly pay in unmarked envelopes full of 20’s on dark street corners? No, none of those things. In fact, the paper that sparked their interest was only a compilation of “worst-case-scenario” scenarios. But it was fun to mess with them.
            “They only let us eat food that was messed up on the line!” one of my coworkers whispered to a heavily made-up young woman, already pushing retirement at her TV news station. She gasped, and purposely messed up her order, only to find the line worker flippantly toss it in the trash. She glared at my coworker and walked out.
            “They make us stay after our shift to scrub the floors on our hands and knees,” one of my coworkers muttered under his breath while sweeping close to a young reporter’s table. She quickly scribbled something on her pad of paper and returned later that night to peer in through the glass windows, only to see everyone clock out exactly on time and leave after a long days work. She stomped her feet all the way to her bright red Prius.
In a blink it was over, the whole daydream. I was making the U-turn to get to work and it was over in an instant. But I wonder, is that off-duty reporter standing in my line only watching out to make sure we spent the required 30-seconds to wash our hands, or to catch any worn or weary looks on the line and misinterpret them as the forlorn looks of sweatshop workers, forced to work outside the state mandated daily limit. To them I say, it’s only a minimum wage job, only one step above the proverbial “flippin’ burgers”. You can’t  take it too seriously.