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Name: Juli
Country: United States
Birthday: 5/20/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: singing, violin, friends, food, books, love, nature, learning, sleeping, food, rock and roll, movies, art, stupid computer games (Snood), giraffes, food, theatre, photography, food, football (GO Ravens!), science, coldstone creamery, food
Expertise: music, respiratory therapy
Occupation: Respiratory therapist (I'm ver
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AIM:  DireWolf005
Member Since:
11/3/2003
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| I just had my 24th birthday. I think it's going to be a good year! I woke up to gorgeous weather, which hasn't happened on my birthday, well... ever. It almost always rains at least part of the day. My mom helped me pick out my wedding dress today. I felt like I was playing Barbie. The dress I picked out was definitely more than I could afford. My mom was depressed because she couldn't pay for it, but my dad surprised me with an amount of money that he had been saving to help me pay for it. I almost cried. It doesn't seem like much, but my parents don't have a lot of money right now since they're unemployed. I knew it broke my mom's heart that she couldn't buy the gown that I wanted, but now I'll be able to get it.
I had a dentist appointment today. The dental hygienist literally said that I have "perfect" teeth. That's definitely a confidence booster. My parents took me out to lunch to a pan-Asian restaurant. They were awesome. They're off of Market Street behind Outback in York. I tried Thai Mango Shrimp. It was quite possibly the most delicious thing ever. We had a quiet dinner at home and then Tim came over and did the whole cake, ice cream and gift thing. It was a quiet birthday, but that's pretty much how I wanted it. My parents went out of their way despite the crappy economy to make sure I had a great birthday and that I'll have a gorgeous wedding!
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| *Disclaimer: I am super-drunk as I'm writing this, but the point still stands*
I went to a bachelorette party last weekend. It was super-fun and I'm glad I went, despite the fact that I didn't know most of the people there. The one thing I don't understand is why men need strippers at their bachelor party. Seriously, you're about to make a vowel to somebody that you're going to be faithful. You can't resist a lap dance from a cheap stripper so why do I think you can be faithful for the rest of your life? I really don't get it. Can someone exaplain this stupid tradition to me? As a newly engaged woman, I just want to understand the mindset. Men think they can just conrol us. At this said party last weekend, us girls went to Harrisburg and we had an awesome time going bar-hopping (without any strippers, male or female). It was so much fun until we went to the Hardware Bar and I couldn't leave because a whole bunch of men were trying to grind with me and dry-hump me. Whenever I tried to leave the bar, they would just grab me and wouldn't let me go. When did this become appropriate behavior? I was dancing in the cage, but I wasn't asking for attention. I was really just dancing there because men weren't allowed to get in the cage. I was just trying to have fun. My friends left me (there were more than ten of us, so it was hard to keep track). I was getting one last drink when I turned around and realized that all of the girls weren't there anymore. The night of fun and drinking just turned into a nightmare. I tried to send a text message, but guys were on me at all angles and I had to literally claw myself out. I stood in the starewell, where hardly any people were, but the bouncer just threw me back into the club area. What was I supposed to do? Thank God that one girl sent me a text saying they were all outside waiting. Why do guys think they have the right to just hump any girl that they see? For about an hour after that, I was just bawling my eyes out. It brought me back to some bad memories of when I was 18 and fresh out of high school. This is a men's world, despite what anyone may think. I don't understand why women are just objects for men. We have our own minds. We do just as well at our careers. Why are strip clubs and things that degrade women so much still accepted?
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| I am so irritated at work, more specifically at the customers. I don't think people realize that us servers work our asses off for the money we make! I worked Sunday morning, which is usually my biggest money-making day. I have never dealt with such disrespectful people in my entire life. It's like they all united on this one day to make my job a living hell. First of all, if you can't afford to leave a decent tip, THEN DON'T EAT AT A SIT-DOWN RESTAURANT!!!!!!! If you know you aren't going to leave a reasonable tip, then for the love of god, don't be so demanding. Preparing a well-done steak of any kind takes time when they are cooked to order, 10-15 minutes to be more exact. Chances are, there are other orders in front of that one, so add about 5 more minutes for the order to get started. Second, 10% has not been a decent tip since maybe 1970. Standard has upped a little more. 10% is an insult. It means you received bad service. 15% is so-so. On average, 20% is about what we get. How would you like it if you randomly got paid half of the salary you expected? Under no circumstances should you ever call to, snap at or clap your hands to get your server's attention...and never EVER say "good girl" to me. I think this is my biggest pet peeve. I'm not your slave or your servant and certainly not a dog. My name is printed clearly on my apron. Don't ever try to get my attention when I'm with another table either. They deserve the same service you get. We're dealing with food, not open heart surgery. I don't think needing a packet of sugar is a pressing issue. Also, remember that I'm a human being and I make mistakes. I'm not your daughter. You do not have the right to yell at me, especially for something I can not control. No, I did not put the wrong item on your tray seeing as I don't cook, but I would love to fix it for you if you're not a complete douche bag about it. I think one of the most odd complaints that I get is that I charged the wrong price for something. I do not physically "type" the tickets. I hit a button and that automatically prints out the price and adds everything up, including tax. Read the menu next time. I've never seen the computer make a mistake like that before. Also, don't expect free food just because something came out wrong. I am not allowed to give any food out for free. I'd love to have a manager talk to you, but it doesn't mean you will walk away with a free meal. Guess what? If we're super busy and you have to wait to get seated, it means you're probably also going to have to wait for your food and for service. I'm not super-woman. If you don't like how the restaurant runs, then please just eat at home next time.
I am well aware that this does not apply to all two people who may read this, but there seems to be a growing trend of stupidity among guests at Cracker Barrel. I'm just glad it's not going to be my career and I will be gone in less than a year.
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| It was such a beautiful day! It made me miss spring and summer even more than I already do. I had class for most of the day, but luckily I got out of my lab early, so I had time to walk to the hospital. I went to a cafe on George Street and ate lunch and sipped iced tea outside. Usually I go to the gym on Wednesdays, but I decided that in lieu of the 65 degree weather, I would take J.J. for a walk instead. I'll just go to the gym tomorrow. It's not going anywhere:) My working out has paid off though. I lost 10 pounds since the beginning of the year and some of my work pants are getting too baggy. I wasn't really worried about losing weight, rather about being healthy, but for once I'm actually losing it in the right places (i.e. my arms, hips and thighs instead of my boobs and waist, which already were pretty small to begin with). I feel so energetic and I can concentrate on school work more now. It makes me wonder why I stopped working out to begin with!
My classes are going well so far. The second time taking anatomy, everything is just clicking in place. Stuff that I didn't really understand last year seems like common sense now. My cardiac physiology class is hard though. We're learning how to read EKG's, which is rather challenging. The class is taught by doctors, so they tend to talk to us like we're also doctors and have any clue what they are talking about. It's kind of neat to learn how the electrical system of the heart works though. It's weird to think that one little misfire can cause such a dramatic problem. It's really an amazing organ since it can do the exact same thing over and over again without failing for so long. That's why it's so important to take care of it.
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| I was already finished class at 8:30 this morning. It's weird having such a light schedule after last semester, when I somehow managed to pass (and not right on the borderline either!) three of the hardest classes I've ever had to take (microbiology, pulmonary physiology and physics) at the same time, in addition to my clinical. Wednesdays this semester, which are my "worst" days schedule-wise, I don't start class until ten and I'm out at 3. Even clinical seems to be easier this semester. I only have to pass 4 procedures. I do, however, have a rotation in the ECG department that starts at 6 am. It's only one day though. After I got home from school today, I organized all my clinical rotations, got about 5 of my drug cards done (we have to do a thorough write-up of 15-20 drugs each semester, which is tedious as hell and usually takes several hours), and started reading for anatomy, all before 11 AM. I'm excited for this semester to be over so I can start working in my field, but I'm also not looking forward to summer because I have 5 weeks of 8-hour clinical Monday through Friday, which I obviously don't get paid to do. I'll have my CRT but I'll still be doing clinical as a student, which I have to pay to do, and working in a hospital, which I'll GET paid to do. I'll also have some rotations in Gettysburg and Hershey, which will start before 7 AM. I'll have to leave around 5:30 to make sure I get there on time or somehow make friends with someone who lives in either of those places so I can stay the night. I don't see that happening. I also won't have time to make money for 5 weeks except on weekends, so I will have absolutely no social life for most of the summer. I guess in the long run, it's a small sacrifice for what will be a great career. After the summer clinical is over, it will get much easier. I will only have one year left and very few classes to take.
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