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So the last time I wrote in here, it was my half-birthday. It's been a while, considering that I have now been twenty-three for three months and eleven days. So I figure an update is in order, mainly because I know there are devoted readers out there salivating for updates on my ever-exciting life.
I moved to Minneapolis in September and it's a pretty great place. I like that it's a big city, but not far from woods. I do miss Lake Superior something fierce though. Good thing I've got it tattooed on my neck. Mason, Ellen, and I went camping in September and it was one of the best experiences I've ever had in my life. It was one of the most perfect days I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing and I cannot get it out of my head. I lie awake at night trying to capture the same feeling I had that day. So far there has been no success.
Other than that, my life is pretty uneventful. I work at Kramarczuk's Sausage Co., a Ukrainian restaurant. I serve people cabbage rolls, make a lot of phallic jokes, get yelled at by evil Ukrainian women, and hope that I don't get fired (an occurrence that happens alarmingly often). I like a lot of the people with whom I work, but the management ain't the best. I'm one of the only employees who doesn't speak Ukrainian or Russian and it is definitely a culture shock. I work with several women who came over here as mail-order brides and I have been quizzed endlessly about why I'm not yet married. Apparently I'm an old maid at twenty-three. I am constantly told that if I carry heavy things I will never be able to have children and that the way to cure a burn is to put mustard on it. Also, the establishment is divided into a restaurant and a deli and the employees are separated by their sex. I was told last week that this is because they feel that if males and females work together, no work will get done because the boys will be too busy staring at the girls. It's a rather odd arrangement.
Minneapolis is a very cold place. I walked to work yesterday in a -35 wind chill and by the time I got to work it felt like my thighs were being stabbed by a million needles. It will be a nice change to return to Marquette, where it is cold, but not unbearably so. On that note, I am excited to make a triumphant return to the Upper Peninsula for a few weeks. I had a grand time at Thanksgiving and I am looking forward to a more extended, less hectic break from work. As much as I love it here, I have yet to find friends as good as the ones I left in the Yoop. The only solution is that you should all move to Minnesota. It's a great place. It would be even greater if you joined me here. We could go to concerts and museums and movies and I could watch you eat sausages. In other words: a dream.
I moved to Minneapolis in September and it's a pretty great place. I like that it's a big city, but not far from woods. I do miss Lake Superior something fierce though. Good thing I've got it tattooed on my neck. Mason, Ellen, and I went camping in September and it was one of the best experiences I've ever had in my life. It was one of the most perfect days I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing and I cannot get it out of my head. I lie awake at night trying to capture the same feeling I had that day. So far there has been no success.
Other than that, my life is pretty uneventful. I work at Kramarczuk's Sausage Co., a Ukrainian restaurant. I serve people cabbage rolls, make a lot of phallic jokes, get yelled at by evil Ukrainian women, and hope that I don't get fired (an occurrence that happens alarmingly often). I like a lot of the people with whom I work, but the management ain't the best. I'm one of the only employees who doesn't speak Ukrainian or Russian and it is definitely a culture shock. I work with several women who came over here as mail-order brides and I have been quizzed endlessly about why I'm not yet married. Apparently I'm an old maid at twenty-three. I am constantly told that if I carry heavy things I will never be able to have children and that the way to cure a burn is to put mustard on it. Also, the establishment is divided into a restaurant and a deli and the employees are separated by their sex. I was told last week that this is because they feel that if males and females work together, no work will get done because the boys will be too busy staring at the girls. It's a rather odd arrangement.
Minneapolis is a very cold place. I walked to work yesterday in a -35 wind chill and by the time I got to work it felt like my thighs were being stabbed by a million needles. It will be a nice change to return to Marquette, where it is cold, but not unbearably so. On that note, I am excited to make a triumphant return to the Upper Peninsula for a few weeks. I had a grand time at Thanksgiving and I am looking forward to a more extended, less hectic break from work. As much as I love it here, I have yet to find friends as good as the ones I left in the Yoop. The only solution is that you should all move to Minnesota. It's a great place. It would be even greater if you joined me here. We could go to concerts and museums and movies and I could watch you eat sausages. In other words: a dream.