First day of work!


First day of work was today! After two different trainings with my hiring group (there’s five of us girls), I finally started work at the Capitola location (Capitola is a neighboring city, basically Santa Cruz) under the guidance of one of my managers. It was AMAZING, I’m seriously thrilled to be working there. My coworkers are some of the greatest batch of people, I lucked out big time. Is it weird that I wanted this job to make friends with the people who work there? Probably, but whatevs. And the Capitola location is the original shop, so there are lots of regulars, which is great. Here are some of the highlights from today:

1. Instead of passing the mini receipts that say the coffee orders on them, I kept throwing them away. Whoops… At the location we all trained at, there’s a remote printer that prints out the receipts, so I just assumed that these were cash receipts and we didn’t need them anymore. Thankfully I got corrected REAL QUICK.

2. The register broke. Maybe I should have told them about my bad luck? It’s only natural that the technology would stop functioning after I interacted with it. Maybe it’s in cahoots with my old ipod, my laptop and my phone?

3. The Capitola location is right near a big surfing point, so we get A LOT of surfers. I was doing dishes and struck up conversation with this adorable old lady. When I asked her how her day was, she told me “the swells are huge today, the waves are just so giant!” Which I had to laugh at because are you going to go surfing out there lady? I hope not.

It was a short shift, but I work again Thursday and I’m so excited! I’m in charge of brewing coffee (I GOT THE POWER), giving out the pastries (no strudel for you!), cafĂ© upkeep and doing some other drink stuff.


Apparently I’m a single parent. Holla for a Dolla.


Sorry for the web silence y’all, it’s been a hectic past week and a half. Apparently I’m supporting a family single handedly and that is why I now have 3 JOBS. I know, I went to zero to sixty real quick. I told my mom this yesterday and she said, “I didn’t know you were a single parent, who are you supporting?” Well that would be my appetite, my spring break trip, and my clothes horse. Alas I have no sugar daddy to take care of me and there is only so many times in a day that I can head to the local Keith Krasnigor ATM without feeling extreme cases of guilt (I don’t know when I developed this deep sense of Catholic/Jewish guilt, but it’s there; this is why I spend an hour in a grocery store.)

And this past weekend my aunt Tanya and uncle Sean (affectionately known as “Seanya”) came and visited me in Santa Cruz! It was absolutely fantastic to see them before the embark on the next chapter of their life (baby and moving to Atlanta.) I was so happy to show them my little neck of the woods and wasted no time in taking them to all of the food places that I adore (Burgers, organic ice cream, best slice of pizza, best Brazilian brunch). See family, you need to come visit me and I will take care of your hunger needs. They lucked out as we had amazingly beautiful weather which is extremely uncharacteristic for January weather. We got to have lots of delightful chats, I received several “Sean’s Life Lessons” (if you haven’t signed up for Sean 101, you are missing out. Between he and my aunt, they have ASHITTON of life experience). I am sad to see them go as they were my only family on the west coast. But I also am glad that:

1. They are having a baby. This means I have another Krasnigor cousin to pull rank on. I’m the first born on both sides of my family, so I’m the OG first born (OG- Original Gangsta). Also, I LOVE babies. I love children actually. The amount of topics that you can cover in a conversation with a kid is great. They tell it like it is and so do I, so we get along well.

2. They are moving to Atlanta, also known as Hotlanta. I really like the south (or the version of the south in my head), which I think is because of all the novels that I have read that take place there. There’s something so traditional and mellow about the South that I like. I also think it’s really cool that their baby is going to be born in the south. Fun fact: my dad and all his siblings were born in the south. The Krasnigors are the original Massholes (I don’t feel bad saying this, I include myself in this), so it’s always funny to know that they weren’t born in Massachusetts, but rather the south. So it’s cool that it has come full circle and Tanya is returning there where her baby will be born!

3. I can visit them to eat fried chicken. I also love collard greens. And would like to try okra. So basically they are filling another food area of my life. Thanks guys, y’all are so considerate.

The other reason I’ve been so damn busy is that I got a job working at Verve, a really AMAZING coffee shop. The people are amazing and the place is beautiful. And how many people get to say that they love going to work? So I’m working for the man. Verve roasts their own coffee, flies to countries to find and meet with farmers and has quality product. So if you ever want to try some, let me know!

And last but not least…I have been working on my articles for Small Kitchen College. My first article comes out tomorrow, which I will be posting ASAP! And then I’ll be writing pretty much weekly. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to tend to this blog, but I’ll definitely try to link my articles here.

If you’re missing out on blogness, like I mentioned before, head over to Emilie’s, she’s got some great posts. Shout out to Emilie here! She has been mentioning me in her blogs which makes me FEEL SO LOVED. God I’m so vain. But now I know how you all must have felt when I mentioned you…pretty damn special. Imissyouemiliesosososososososomuch. This last paragraph is basically an open love letter to Emilie. Long distance best friendness going on right here.

Ok that’s it, gotta head to class! Silent Cinema is calling for me…actually it’s not, cuz it’s silent. Get it?

Donuts: the key to world peace.


Bonjour! It’s really difficult to not open with “bonjour” anymore when I blog. Well really, just greetings in general should be interesting. I get bored with “hello.” Anyways, that’s not the point of this post, so let’s get on with it, shall we? (That sounded British in my head…I dedicate that to you, Emilie.) By the way, if you want to continue to get your 20 year old, sassy blog fix, head on over to where you can read Emilie’s blog. She is currently studying in London, so I am living vicariously (and jealously) through her. Hello I want my life to be Harry Potter thankyouverymuch!

Ok so some exciting news…you remember that article I wrote for Big Girl’s, Small Kitchen? The one where I professed my deep and abiding love to the macaron? Well, I applied to be one of their regular contributors and this past Wednesday I found out that I will be! So you can get your Kelsey fix by heading on over there to see my posts (not sure how often yet, still in the process of figuring that out). Also, when you check them out, you should “like” them on their site or on their facebook because at the end of the week, the article with the most views/likes is then featured in the Huffington Post, USA Today, and other popular college oriented websites. Basically I’m super thrilled to continue to get to write, especially because it concerns food. Can you say 70,000 new foodiecollegegirl friends?!!

Also, second piece of exciting news. I made it through the second round of interviews at Verve Coffee Roasters! I don’t think I mentioned that I had applied to work there, but yes, I have always had a secret desire to work in a coffee shop. Can you say CAFFEINE FIX? Except not really, I will just consume lots of tea because I don’t want to become my father, who for a brief period of time, had to know where the Starbucks was in whatever town we were in so that he could get his fix. To quote him, “Coffee is the elixir of life!” (Except he says that in all caps, loudly.) But fo reals, it’s such a cool place, I go there to study all the time and nest (meaning take out 500 books, bring my water bottle and snacks, and take up residence in a corner for several hours.)

To backtrack, you may have read the first sentence in the previous paragraph and thought to yourself, “second round of interviews? That’s pretty intense.” Yes, it is. But their brand is growing quickly (two new shops and they now stock several of my local grocery stores with their coffee beans since they roast as well) and the people they have working there are awesome. They truly understand the power of customer service. Which means my mom would like them. She hates businesses that don’t get quality customer service. Therefore we no longer shop at Blockbuster’s, Michael’s flower shop, Burlington Coat Factory, and several other places that are on Maria’s permanent shit list. Also, they have a high demand of people who want to work there. So they can pick and be choosy (my type of company). The first round consisted of roughly 80-100 people, where we were divided into groups of 6-7 for group interviews. Then, for the second round we were called back for smaller group interviews, there were 20-30 of us in total. This is where things got interesting.

1. I need to continue to work on interviewing skills. For the most part, I do pretty well. Thankfully my parents have taught me the importance of a smile and eye contact. However, I can still be counted on to say something stupid without thinking it out first. This is due to my eagerness to go first (can you tell I’m a first born?” This resulted in me answering the question of what type of superhero would we want to be, “a donut superhero! I could create donuts anytime anywhere and turn anything into a donut!” WHY WOULD I SAY THIS? I DON’T EVEN LIKE DONUTS, THAT’S DILLON. Maybe it’s because I still think donuts are cute, they go with coffee, and they are not threatening whatsoever. I clearly subconsciously think that donuts are the answer to all of our world’s problems. Who would ever say, “Run away, Donut Man is here!” NO ONE. NO ONE. They would all be like “woohoo, life of the partay has arrived!” I also may or may not have said, “…because I’m not a patient person. I mean I didn’t used to be a patient person.” Oh well. They still called me back.

2. I also likened this whole process to speed dating. They asked me out on a second date and now we are courting, but not mutually exclusive. I don’t mind group interviews, but I still think it’s hard for them to get a feel for who you are in them. So at the end I shook their hands and said “thanks for the second date.”

3. I don’t like ass kissers. No really, they bother me. And I had two in my interview. They were both like “ohmygod your coffee is so quality. I never even liked coffee until I tried your coffee.” Um excuse me, really? I mean I know I’m dramatic, but I’m not THAT dramatic.

4. One girl literally started to tear up in my interview. How do you compete with that??? This was in her response to the question asked about our best compliment we’ve ever received at work. She told us about this woman who told her she changed her life and had never had anyone in her life support her or cheer her on. All I could think to myself was, “thank god you answered last.” What? I’m compassionate. Usually.

So now the next step is a three day orientation. SERIOUSLY. I know. But you haven’t heard the best part…we then take a test at the end. I must really want this job (I really, really do). But I’m not crazy nervous because I’m a nerd and study anyways.

Best part of all this? My parents both telling me that I can now pay for a. an old car for my dad to work on when he retires b. trips for my mom to take. Parental unit, I haven’t even gotten the job, so maybe you should hold off on calling dibs on my minimum wage. Dill, step up, I need your help to fund our parents.

That’s all for now, I’ll keep you posted!

* My post says that it has linked Em’s blog, but I don’t see it. Her blog is: …. Get at it!

We can fit AT LEAST 15 more people on this bus, sir.


Hello again. For the past week I have been opening a new page to write a post and then contemplating. It’s not that I don’t have a lot to say…let’s be real, the day that I run out of things to say will be a very scary and very silent day. It’s just been hard to convince myself to write, especially because I’m SUPPOSED to be directing all my writing towards my script (I’m in a screenwriting class this quarter). Also, it’s extremely hard to be inside when I live 2 minutes from the beach and am more inclined to go for a bike ride or a walk. Whereas in subzero weather back in grand ole Paris, it was not difficult whatsoever.

Here’s a mini update: first of all, I got a job! That’s right, I’m working, along with everybody, for the weekend (song reference anyone?). I’m a PA, which means Programs Assistant. Basically I’m doing the same things I used to volunteer to do last year, but I’m getting paid! Gotta pay those grocery bills somehow… Also, for my spring break and 21st birthday, I’m headed to New York, where I am hoping to take myself to eat at Per Se (been dreaming of eating there for about 3ish years). Haven’t heard of Per Se? Well that’s okay because it’s probably not normal for a 20 year old to know who all the famous chefs and restaurants are, despite having never been to them. Wait, it’s not normal for me to be reading their biographies and books either? Umm… Anyways, Per Se is EXTREMELY expensive, so I’m starting a feedGobblegee2012 fund. Care to donate?

Besides getting a job, I have begun my classes. This past Friday I had my screenwriting class, which is pretty dang amazing. I’m extremely excited to be working on a script and learning how exactly to edit and produce a script!

Ok, now for some more observations and mini anecdotes that I have been encountering upon my re-entry to Santa Cruz:

1. This past weekend I went to a friend’s party (it was her roommate’s 21st) at her house. It’s funny how after Paris, college parties seem “cute.” Red cups, handles of cheap alcohol (parents, close your eyes), shitty beer, and loud music. It just seems so precious and unrefined after bars, classy restaurants and drinking actual wine rather than boxed wine (it’s an acquired taste..). Also I had forgotten how you have to introduce yourself very loudly a thousand times, real conversation is purely accidental.

2. Some people may not have realized WHERE you were, so instead they will say, “HEY! Ohmygod, I haven’t seen you in sooooo long!!!” To which I reply, “about that…I was in Paris for 4 months. Maybe that’s why we haven’t run into each other on campus?”

3. Then that person 98% of the time proceeds to ask me if I’m now fluent in French. To which at this point, I just say yes, when what I really mean is…

(courtesy of Miss Emilie)

4. IMPORTANT: I need to re-evaluate my terms of “personal space.” Since I was in Paris for 4 months, I redefined my definition of personal bubble. This past week, I might have accidentally been extremely up in people’s business in line. They may have looked at me awkwardly and I it’s possible I had to take a step back and look around pretending I wasn’t breathing down their necks.

4b. Ilanit and I were discussing how our European concepts of personal space translates over into public transportation. She was waiting in line to catch a bus to campus, when the bus driver deemed the bus “too full.” Ilanit said to me, “if it was Paris, we could have fit at least 10 more people on.” It’s not full until you know whether all the people around you showered that day.

Still unsure of where this blog’s future may lay, but fortunately for you, I may be blogging on a different site, but fingers crossed, we are still waiting to see!

From hipsters to hippies.


First day of school. Back to the real world, back to actual homework (which I will do because I am a NERD.) and back to the 5 day class week. So far being back in Santa Cruz has been a mixture of feelings. My Santa Cruz life before studying abroad feels like a lifetime ago, I feel like a different person. For example, there is this one guy in my Silent Cinema class, who I have taken several classes with before. For some reason, he chooses to take approximately 10 hours to say one sentence, when he could have just said, “it’s an illusion.” This used to drive me insane. But now I don’t mind his lengthy explanations. Weird, it’s like my patience is growing, rather than being the patience of a two year old.

Today I only had one class, Silent Cinema. And my teacher? Found out she’s my next door neighbor. Oh yes. This could only happen to me. Also I figured out that above me is the laundry room. Which I find ironic since I have to either go to a laundromat or up to campus to do my laundry, but must listen to the washing machine above me. Cruel joke if you ask me.

The other thing that I have noticed after my first day of school? BIG TRANSITION in appearance from Paris to here. I have already seen dread locks, dyed hair, pajamas outside the home, grunge, and more scruff than you can imagine. My class was filled with guys who are exercising their right to grow their beard/mustache/general facial hair. I went from extremely polished to beach/college town. I have returned to my hippie roots and it feels oh so good.