Some people say, my love, cannot be true... Please believe me, my love, and I'll show you... I will give you, those things, you though unreal. The sun, the moon, the stars, all bear my seal...
Sorry, good song (double points if you know what song and who sings it!) and I kind of got carried away.
My life has pretty much revolved around work. (As depicted by the scheduled outlined below.) Recently, I have been made manager of my department. Well, mostly anyway. I am manager in the sense that I don't get any extra pay or authority but I do have to do extra stuff anyway... But, on the plus side, I do make the schedules now. So, if I want a day off I fucking get that day off. (YAY) I'm thinking about making up a day for myself where I do an "Administrative" shift. By this I mean I go do all the stupid paperworking shit (like schedules) and dress up nice for no reason.
Right now all I wear is a red polo with our logo on it with black slacks and black shoes. I do have several suits and some other button up with tie outfits. I might as well. Also, fuck them if they don't like it. I dress better than the motherfucking drunk ass womanizing owner of the shit hole and if it weren't for me lots of bad shit would happen. Or do I sound a little bitter about work? Meh. I've just gotten so use to being yelled at for stupid shit that is neither my fault nor my responsibility (or doing stuff that is my responsibility but either taking a break during a lull or not doing some asinine thing that the manager decided was the better way despite the fact that it is not the better way and he didn't actually tell me he had decided it).
Anyway, the asshole owner and the asshole night manager have been on vacation, so everybody has been happy at work. Unfortunately they both come back this week so quality of life will take a major plunge... Apparently actually being finished with the work I have to do is a sin, so I have to keep up the constant appearance of working despite having nothing to do. Often the owner will point out some microscopic smudge on a peice of glass in the far corner of the lobby that somehow (probably by magic) I was supposed to have seen and cleaned... I really wish I had a radar collar on him...
The night manager is a little power Nazi. Hitler was a power Nazi, so the night manager must be evil too. He pretty much decided that because he is the night manager, he gets to tell me what to do, and if I don't do exactly what he says then I am bad. Of course, he then goes and tries to make bellmen do things that aren't actually our job in any way, shape, or form (often while we are needed for our actual job). He is very nice about doing our job while we are away, however (and getting the tips for doing so...). I think there are two people who don't hate the night manager...
Those two being the night manager himself and the guy who never met him.
I really like my job. I think I just hate the hotel it happens in...
Oh, and housekeepers are a bunch of assfucking losers who couldn't do an honest day's work if the life of their families depended on it. I hate them all. Except Margaret.
Anyway, the evils of this place are subdued because I make a shitload of money doing it. Also, all of my friends who live in Rapid also work at the hotel. Either I met them there or I got them a job there. In fact, there was an entire season of bellmen who worked in the hotel that got their jobs through me. Cool, huh? Of course, the problem with that is that all of my friends work on the same schedules in mostly the same departments. So, coordinating a time when we all have off is a pain. Luckily, I now control the schedule, so as long as I can maneuver the shifts properly I can get at least a day a week we both have off.
Anyway, I actually do enjoy the job. I like the exercise (lots of running, jumping down stairs, and lifting heavy things with my Herculean strength) and I enjoy interacting with the guests. Also, we get half off at a three star restaurant. They have really good food. It ends up costing about as much as a similar meal would at a Perkins or a filthy ass Denny's, only I have trouble deciding which one is the best meal I've ever had... Also, they have little sherbert dishes to cleanse my palate (whatever the fuck that is).
I realize that parts of this rant don't make sense for people who are not my coworkers, but oh well it is my blog.
It is always funny to do a spellcheck... they really should put "assfucking" as a word on that thing.
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