Thursday, September 30, 2010

Most Satisfying Moment of My Life.

Well, the point of this post is to share some news: I quit my job on Tuesday!
If you weren't aware, I spent the last two years of my life making Big Macs and hating every second of it. I didn't really quit in the most professional way, but it was just so much more satisfying to do what I did.


THE ACTUAL MESSAGE I WROTE:
This is my two weeks notice. Thanks for the experience and what not.


Now, the message itself wasn't bad at all. Short, sweet, to the point. The thing that really got on my managers nerves was that I wrote it on the back of a receipt with a permanent marker during my shift, for no real reason.
And I can agree with that, I didn't really have a reason. Other then the fact that I hate my job with a flaming passion. And it was sudden, but sometimes you just need to do things impulsively or else they won't get done. And for the presentation of the letter? I felt that I couldn't actually write how much I hated my job, so I thought I'd subtly show it in the presentation of my two weeks notice.

RANT:  Unfortunately, my manager was so unimpressed with me, that I got a ten minute lecture about my attitude problem, my authoritative issues and how I never put effort into my work. Now, for a restaurant mainly fueled by teenage employees, I feel that it was a bit ridiculous to say that I have an attitude problem. I'm seventeen. I can't NOT have an attitude, I'm a teenager. Also, it's not an attitude problem, I just don't like you. And for the effort level? It's McDonald's. I make the food, and I clean, there's nothing else for me to do. Authoritative issues? Sorry I don't suck up to you, or think it's that impressive that you're a manager. You still work at McDonald's, and I refuse to respect people that treat me like dirt. :END RANT

ANYWAYS, that's what happened on Tuesday, and it made me extremely happy, even though I am now un-employed, and my last paycheck is going entirely towards getting my kitten fixed. Sooo I won't have money after next Tuesday. But still, the sacrificies were worth the gain in my opinion.


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Monday, September 27, 2010

Hidden & On Silent


I feel that this article was unbiased, but it was really annoying to read. I hate when people shorten words. To be honest, it doesn't matter what W-O does with its off and away policy because no one follows it. Out of the kids in this class, I'm guessing all of them that have cell phones have them on vibrate and in their pockets.

If you took comm tech this year with Mrs Mitch, you would get the opposite of the off and away policy: you HAVE to put your phone on the desk, it must be on silent, and you can check all of your incoming texts at all times, but can only reply when it is an appropriate time. This actually bothers me more then the off and away policy. It's weird to me to not have my phone in my pocket, and I'm not comfortable with having it on the desk. I don't find that my phone is a distraction. I can control my texting, and don't do it twenty four seven. If you're fingers never leave your cell phone, you have a problem and should go see a therapist. The majority of kids DON'T text that often and it doesn't affect their studies at all.

I also feel that this is a situation like the one of the calculator. Students see the many uses of our cell phones, and the many things that we can accomplish with them that our parents couldn't necessarily do when they were our age in school. Some people feel that cell phones are teaching us to not use our brains, like what they thought about the calculator. But what they don't understand is the many things that it could do, and now calculators have evolved the way that we do math, and entirely changed how the course is taught. There was controversy with the calculator, and with computers, so it's no surprise that people jumped on cell phones, but people need to honestly stop freaking out and realize it's a digital age, and that's not changing.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

THE BEGINNING OF THE END.

Oh hi there. The title of this post has nothing to do with anything soo don't even worry about that. Or even the title of the blog. It's stupid and I couldn't think of anything.
I'm Tonja Doucet. I'm seventeen, I love concerts and I'm scared of needles. I have multi-coloured hair and nineteen piercings, and I think it all looks stupid. I have no tattoo's.. yet. But my eighteenth birthday is in March soo I'm probably just going to cover half my body and end up hating it. 
I took Writer's Craft because I needed at least six university credits so that I could apply to universities, which I don't know why I did because as of now, I don't even plan on going to university.
I have no expectations of any of my classes, so I'm totally indifferent about whatever it is that we're learning.
I admire Ellen Hopkins as a writer, and Holly Black. Hopkins, because if you've ever read or even looked at one of her books, you would see that she writes her novels like poetry, sometimes rearranging the words into shapes and such, making it harder to read, but also more interesting. The way that she totally disregards the general rules of how a novel should be written makes me appreciate her writing that much more. I like Black's writing because of the way she blends fantasy and reality, and how she keep her characters relatable, even if they are going through totally unworldly experiences. Oh and I like James Frey, even though it annoys me to read his books because he doesn't use quotation marks when he writes.
YUCK THE FUTURE. I don't know where I wanna go, I thought about Niagara College for child and youth social work, but I really don't know. As long as I get to quit McDonalds, I'm happy.
Well right now I get out of bed because I feel like I have to go to school, and work. ON THAT NOTE, I wake up earlier on the weekends then I do for school for a stupid job, so I'll be quitting THAT soon. But if I don't have work or school, I usually just don't get out of bed, to be honest. Or I'll leave school or work to go back to bed. I'm lame.