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I'm Mike Pope. I live in the Seattle area. I've been a technical writer and editor for over 30 years. I'm interested in software, language, music, movies, books, motorcycles, travel, and ... well, lots of stuff.

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First entry - 6/27/2003
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  05:17 PM

Sabrina's first summer after college has come to an end, and she's wending her way back to Bloomington for her sophomore year. She left very early -- the earliest they can be in the dorms is the 22nd -- because she's driving cross-country with her fellow music student Dave, who lives nearby in Belleuve.

Her employment situation -- that is, the summer job thing -- worked out surprisingly well. She worked Sundays and occasionally other days at a small but upscale stationery shop in West Seattle, where one of her duties was the artistic gift-wrapping that the shop specializes in.[1] Sabrina's idiosyncratic style seemed to suit the place well, or vice versa, and she departed with the prospect of a holiday-season job.

On her alternate days, so to speak, she worked at a local outlet of Jamba Juice, a company that is on the way to doing for juice what Starbucks has done for coffee, including the institutionalization of perky service. Sabrina managed to somehow both accede to the vaguely silly, corporate-imposed playfulness of the place and maintain a healthily (tho not lethally) ironic distance from it.

Somehow she managed to negotiate not one but two jobs and still keep her Saturdays free, a feat that impressed me.

But now that's done and she's on the road. Neither of the kids has experience with long road trips. We parents got together last week to do some planning, to some extent because the mom was concerned that the two kids were perhaps not fully cognizant of what lay ahead. So we looked at some maps and guesstimated a budget. But really, college kids on the road are probably more flexible than most of us oldsters would be. Then again, it's the old folks who were pressing the AAA cards on the travelers.

The mom was there for the sendoff this morning. Not surprisingly, the van was packed full:



And they're off:




[1] By interesting coincidence, Zack's first hourly job was about a block away at an upscale kids' toy store, where he likewise did a lot of gift wrapping. (Many sales in that store were to moms who were on their way to parties.) I find it odd but pleasing that both of my kids began their working careers doing gift wrappery.

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