Werd to your mother
Hey there. Better grab a snack, this is going to be a long one.
It's been a while... I say that everytime I do a blog, whilst at the same time thinking to update this on a more regular basis. .. oh well.. that's me... lazy and disorganised.
God damn I have been busy for the last three months. I started that new job with another transport company and I have been working some long damn weeks. .. and at Acacia Ridge of all places. God that suburb is a fuckhole. Don't ever go there. EVOR.
The guy that hired me got fired on Friday, which kind of leaves me in an odd position. I was supporting him and the things that he was trying to do and now that he has been given the ass, I'm a bit worried. But I spoke to the old workplace and they said they are more than happy to give me a job back, if things go to the poo. So I guess hooray.
Glen and Roz's wedding was on Saturday. It all seemed to come off pretty cleanly. No fueds were started, all old fueds were laid to rest and everyone wore pants and kept them on. Glen and Roz seemed to have a good time, which is the main thing. Everyone else seemed like they were having a good time as well, but you can never tell at weddings. I remember my wedding, and thinking to myself that everyone looks happy, but that's what people do at a wedding, because they don't want to upset the happy couple.. but that's just my super paranoid mind at work.
I have come to a bit of a decision regarding the direction of my life. I changed jobs because I was bored and I thought that a change was what I needed, but the same things shitted me at the old job shitted me at the new job. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that it is time for a career change, and four years as a hobo at uni. I'm going to try and get into medicine. This means a couple of things for next year.
1. Sit the GAMSAT in March and get a decent mark.
2. Finish the Bach of Bus next year and keep the GPA above 5. This means that I have to do 3 units a semester, plus one this summer semester. This shouldn't be too bad, two are accounting subjects which are always pretty easy and three are finance subjects which are also generally pretty easy. That is if you like number of course. Otherwise you are fucked.
3. Enrol for Med, get to the interview stage, hide psycopathic tendancies from interview panel and get admitted to the course.
So there you go. Dr Matt. In four years. Then after four years at uni, you spend another two years as an intern and then you need to spend at least a year as a resident before you can specialise. Sounds like a long process, but it would be nice to get out of work for four years. I've been working full time since I left school now and I'm pooped and I'm going to be even more pooped after 2006.
I'm waiting on uni results from last semester. I'm not really sure when they come out, so I just keep logging on to see.
Jill's brother is staying with us this week because he is working in Milton for the week. He is a sparky's apprentice. He is also generously giving me $100 for the trouble of accomodating him for the week.
I hired a van the other weekend to move some fridges.. it was a Kia Preggio
Biggest, most badly thought out, gutless peice of crap evor... but it was still cool to drive. Vans have this really cool driving position and I can now understand why bus drives and truck drivers go so crazy over their vehicles. It was just plain odd.
Anyway, that's probably enough for now.. time to go..
It's been a while... I say that everytime I do a blog, whilst at the same time thinking to update this on a more regular basis. .. oh well.. that's me... lazy and disorganised.
God damn I have been busy for the last three months. I started that new job with another transport company and I have been working some long damn weeks. .. and at Acacia Ridge of all places. God that suburb is a fuckhole. Don't ever go there. EVOR.
The guy that hired me got fired on Friday, which kind of leaves me in an odd position. I was supporting him and the things that he was trying to do and now that he has been given the ass, I'm a bit worried. But I spoke to the old workplace and they said they are more than happy to give me a job back, if things go to the poo. So I guess hooray.
Glen and Roz's wedding was on Saturday. It all seemed to come off pretty cleanly. No fueds were started, all old fueds were laid to rest and everyone wore pants and kept them on. Glen and Roz seemed to have a good time, which is the main thing. Everyone else seemed like they were having a good time as well, but you can never tell at weddings. I remember my wedding, and thinking to myself that everyone looks happy, but that's what people do at a wedding, because they don't want to upset the happy couple.. but that's just my super paranoid mind at work.
I have come to a bit of a decision regarding the direction of my life. I changed jobs because I was bored and I thought that a change was what I needed, but the same things shitted me at the old job shitted me at the new job. Therefore I have come to the conclusion that it is time for a career change, and four years as a hobo at uni. I'm going to try and get into medicine. This means a couple of things for next year.
1. Sit the GAMSAT in March and get a decent mark.
2. Finish the Bach of Bus next year and keep the GPA above 5. This means that I have to do 3 units a semester, plus one this summer semester. This shouldn't be too bad, two are accounting subjects which are always pretty easy and three are finance subjects which are also generally pretty easy. That is if you like number of course. Otherwise you are fucked.
3. Enrol for Med, get to the interview stage, hide psycopathic tendancies from interview panel and get admitted to the course.
So there you go. Dr Matt. In four years. Then after four years at uni, you spend another two years as an intern and then you need to spend at least a year as a resident before you can specialise. Sounds like a long process, but it would be nice to get out of work for four years. I've been working full time since I left school now and I'm pooped and I'm going to be even more pooped after 2006.
I'm waiting on uni results from last semester. I'm not really sure when they come out, so I just keep logging on to see.
Jill's brother is staying with us this week because he is working in Milton for the week. He is a sparky's apprentice. He is also generously giving me $100 for the trouble of accomodating him for the week.
I hired a van the other weekend to move some fridges.. it was a Kia Preggio
Biggest, most badly thought out, gutless peice of crap evor... but it was still cool to drive. Vans have this really cool driving position and I can now understand why bus drives and truck drivers go so crazy over their vehicles. It was just plain odd.
Anyway, that's probably enough for now.. time to go..
posted by Matt.. at 3:38 pm
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