First Day of Work (Prelude to About Three Months of Bitching)

Hi everybody!
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Well, today I had to go to work. It went pretty good and everybody was happy to see me. We had lots of new people around, and they were a pain in the ass mostly, except the guy I had to train. He had been there for acouple days and was already competent.

We had a "tour bus" come in today. It was about 9 people. The tour director gave the two of us twenty bucks each, and the guests all chipped in a few bucks extra. A great way to start. Nobody complained either. Admittedly, it was a bit of a mess because none of the bags were labelled... but it was ok because they knew where they were going and we just had to cart the shit around. The new guy mentioned that the bags were heavy. I laughed. They get so much worse from here.

The girl who rang up my meal, however, was not competent. Apparently a 6oz. steak sandwich costs 31 dollars, and can only be ordered as medium or higher, and I can't get an employee discount if I pay in cash.

(Smacks head on table)

Anyway, I got that sorted out to 10 bucks rare as hell and reduced to five because I work here. (She ordered three for some reason.) I was fortunate that she fucked up so bad a competent employee took notice.

Oh well.

Other than that a desk girl wanted me or the other bellman to move her car, "because I already have five tickets." Because she couldn't do it herself for some reason unknown to me. (Everything is two hour parking, mostly. Two blocks down is free...) I asked if the manager had said it was ok, she said yes (A lie. I asked the manager out of spite.) and so I told her that if he had said it was ok for me then there was no reason for it to not be ok for her. She didn't look very happy when she came back in.
Now, if she had wanted me to do anything else except her bitchwork, I'd been ok. I would have fucking driven her to her car if it had been raining or something else like that because it is the gentlemanly thing to do, but come on.

Anyway, the guy I worked with was really nice. I forget where he was from... somewhere in the noncoastal south anyhow. We bitched about people from the New England area. I hate New Yorkers, and New Jerseyans. They suck as people. I mean, it isn't all of them, but the demographic I happen to meet suck nine tenths of the time. Apparently he had similar experience in Massachusetts. (Apparently people spit at him from cars... I am not surprised... Notherners...)

I'm just glad Tom didn't work that night. He is an evil little man who abuses what little power the night manager has... I'll probably bitch about him alot. I think today I heard at least 5 people complain about him.

I think the best part about all of this is that my boss (at least, officially, not counting the general manager, the night manager, the owner, and any other manager who happens to see me no matter what department they are in) is one of my friends who worked along side me and has managed to climb the corporate ladder. (So he's pretty lenient and he knows the stupid shit that happens to bellmen.) Also, I can push him around alittle, that helps.

Oh well... As a final thought for today before I write another adventure of "Greatest Cowboy Ever" I say this, "Why am I here, sweating, in this dark, godforsaken jungle... ah, yes... the money... the money..."