Chucking things at work- sickies, tantrums and strawberry shakes

So first, a word, I work at McDonalds in my home town and also worked at another store last year in Sydney. I've been in the McDonalds business for nearly four years and it's close to killing me some days but money is money, and when work's as scarce as it is where I'm from, you have to take what you can get.
Over the last few years I've been becoming a little disenchanted with society and a lot of this is to do with my interactions with customers at work. This isn't one of those 'How to be a good customer' type of posts, it's more 'how not to be a good worker' because I sure have broken every rule there.
The first story occurred in my Sydney store. It was very late at night and a customer had an altercation with my coworker (I think they knew each other outside of work). When I gave him his meal and he had walked away, my coworker yelled something provocative but not altogether rude to his retreating back. This was responded to with the kind of throw a quarterback would be proud of and I wound up with a large strawberry shake to the face.
As you can imagine, I was a little ... ahem... 'upset'. I'm sure he wasn't aiming for me and I do forgive him for it now but at the time I was somewhat less of a pacifist. I marched my tall self around the counter to him, stared down my nose in what I hope was a menacing glare but was probably kinda funny with shake everywhere and following a large amount of verbal abuse, broke his nose.
So, I have a confession for you all (if there's actually anyone reading this), I have terrible work ethic and for some strange reason, my work thought it would be a good idea to promote me... crazy I know. So in the last two weeks I have either called in sick or not shown up for half my shifts. I also crashed into my bosses car. When I asked for a written reference, my boss immediately wrote me an AMAZING reference, go figure? Who said chucking sickies will bite you in the butt some day?
When you bring your child to maccas, here are a few pointers.
1) Don't sit them on the counter, I don't want to know what came out of little Johnny's arse and I also don't want to risk it getting into someones food.
2) Your child can play with a tonka truck irrespective of their gender. Same goes for fairies, please stop asking me to switch the happy meal toy. Also, when the toys are two random movie characters, if your son gets a female character, WHO GIVES A CRAP??? (Feminist rant over... for now)
Just a note- I'm not a parent and have no idea about parenting, these are just two of my pet peeves which seem fairly easy to avoid.
No idea what I hoped to achieve with this blog, but I hoped you enjoyed reading it.

Just one more year to wait

So I got some rather exciting news a couple of days ago. I can almost definitely get into UTAS next year which is rather cool, I just need to do Ok at uni this semester- not particularly well, just ok. I'm really excited but at the same time, Tassie's a long way away from home on the South coast of NSW, it's cold, small and nothing like Sydney which I've come to love as my home...
After a quick google search, the idea of Hobart is growing on me... for one, rent is CHEAP! The broke student I am particularly likes this idea! It's got a lot of old world charm and life seems to be a bit more relaxed. There's still definitely plenty to keep me amused and I love clothes shopping so yay jackets! Tasmania itself has loads of national parks which are going to be much explored and I might just pick up a new sport or something to keep me occupied. Apparently it's not too hard to get a job which is also pretty good :)
All in all, things are definitely looking up even after not getting a final round offer today!

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The offers are due out in 11 hours

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And I'm also certain that I'm not going to get one

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The course is too lucrative, my scores too low

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And the interviewers didn't like me that much

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Refreshing is futile

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But how else to while away the hours?

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I'll mix it up a bit, I'll click refresh

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But the outcome's still the same, wait until 9pm

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What will I do if I get in?

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Will I scream? Cry? Collapse? Or just breathe a sigh of relief?

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I know who I'd tell, which phone calls I'd have to make

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It's been a long road, knowing I'm there would be enough

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What if I miss out?

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It's not outside the realm of probability

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Will I just sit quietly and come up with a study plan for 2011?

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Or will I feel the sting of rejection, knowing I could've stopped it?

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Three days to go...

Well, second round offers come out in three days.
Wish me luck :)

Blogging? Who'd've thunk it!

Well here I am. On a blog. I haven't told anyone that I'm writing a blog and I doubt that I ever will, in real life that is. I suppose that's the beauty of the internet. To you all, I'm just Ash and to me, you're all just my readers (if you exist that is).
I don't really know why I'm even writing this blog. Possibly the last 11 (yes, 11) weeks of holidays are driving me insane. Possibly the fact that I have to endure another 4. Ah the simple life of a uni student. What's that you say? Nearly 4 months of holidays, why yes I do.
Fortunately I'm not going to rub my atrocious amount of holidays in your face. It's not as good as it seems. After a 9 months living in a glorious big city on Australia's beautiful east coast with my every whim at my fingertips (or at the least, only a frustrating bus ride away) I have returned to my hometown. I'm living with Dad again (my Mum had to move for work, she's still with Dad though) and have a curfew. I once made the mistake of coming home a little inebriated and promptly forgot about it in the morning. That didn't pan out too well at all.
Enough complaining now! I guess a first blog post is probably a good place to give you all a quick introduction to myself. So here goes...
I'm Ash (actually my real name too, oh no losing my internet anoniminity) and I'm about to start my second year of a Bachelor of Science at a lovely university in the aforementioned city. Science isn't what I'd really like to do but I just have to cop this one on the chin if I want to get into med. Medicine is what I really want to do I guess. I got rejected just over a week ago and some more offers come out on Wednesday however I think I'm going to fare as well as a snowflake in hell. As crappy as this is, it's something I definitely can't complain about. I didn't work very hard last year in uni (read: partying 4 nights a week certainly isn't compliant with study) and much to my surprise, got crap marks.
This year I guess I'm just aiming to study more and party less. I'll come back soon with fun stories about things like expensive textbooks ($700 for a semester???), classes and homework.
Yay...