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sepiastars) wrote2007-01-24 08:58 pm
sepiastars) wrote2007-01-24 08:58 pm
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For those of us who are interested. All... two of you.
Quit my crappy hotel job. YAY!
Got another crappy hotel job. Am looking for another crappy hotel job.
What?
Yeah, I did. Working at a hotel has made me genuinely loathe people in general, but hey, I didn't love them to start with.And I got a job at the Hilton, which is a new and properly-managed hotel, so the amount of work I'll actually be doing should reduce by like, half. And I can be a snotty Hilton employee, instead of a snotty Hampton employee ^.^ Eff every member of the Jalaram Corporate office for blacklisting me. I will find a better job elsewhere and smear your name, do you hear me?
And for those two of you who are interested, my letter of resignation is here.
Quit my crappy hotel job. YAY!
What?
Yeah, I did. Working at a hotel has made me genuinely loathe people in general, but hey, I didn't love them to start with.
And for those two of you who are interested, my letter of resignation is here.
The deal was that since Mr. Parsons, the Hampton's only manager, was so predictably lazy, Marissa and I have been making the schedule. And we were so fair it would make you ill. Vyara was working 40 hours per week, and out of the goodness of out little hearts, we put her on Mon-Fri, but it's not like there wasn't anyone else who could do the morning shift on weekdays. It was just nice of us because she had seniority over all those other people.
Meanwhile, poor Rebecca who summers in St. Augustine has been working 7 days a week because Mr. Parsons is too lazy to advertise that he needs a part time breakfast hostess. And none of us on the desk are going to volunteer to learn how to do it because as soon as we do, he'll consider us part time breakfast and no longer look for a relief for her, and we've told her that. It's not that we don't care that your situation sucks, we're just not willing to be taken advantage of any more than we already are. And she agrees.
So. Marissa and I have both been working every weekend since the beginning of time, and we buy tickets to see John Mayer this weekend, so when I made the schedule, I just shift Vyara's days off so that she's still working 40 hours, all pathetically easy morning shifts, but she gets Tuesday and Wednesday off instead of Saturday and Sunday. And I wrote the disclaimer that the schedule is always subject to change and to come to me if you don't like the way it worked out. Well she doesn't do this, and instead apparently goes to Mr. Parsons and jumps up and down about having her days moved, when really, she has no other obligations in her entire life. We have school and meetings and projects (it's not like a day off of work is a day off, there is still tons to do). What difference does it make which two days she gets off? So what he tells her to do is to mark herself off on Saturday and Sunday, on Tuesday and Wednesday, and leave the rest of the rescheduling to him.
And then he promptly forgets about it. Or just wasn't interested, who knows.
So Meghan and I are talking and I ask her if she prefers her days off together or separate and she says she would like them together, so we go over to change the schedule, and what do we find? A completely fucked up, scribbled on version of my effing schedule, that's what. Vyara has marked herself off, not put anyone on, and then just left it that what without informing anyone that she changed it (which she has no right to do). So I'm remembering the incident where no one showed up after Christmas and I got a call from 8 hours away to come work on a Friday night, and I don't want that to happen to me or anyone, so I go back to the office to ask Mr. Parsons if he knew she did that and had a plan he didn't care to inform me of. So he takes the opportunity to say how we always take advantage of Vyara, and it's just mean to make her work a weekend, poor poor poor Vyara, and then he segues into how "irresponsible" and "selfish" Marissa and I are for not offering to train on breakfast so poor Rebecca can have just one day off a month.
At this point I'm too shocked an furious to speak, plus I had to drive to Jacksonville, so I turned on my heels and stormed out. So the next day I had cooled down a little, but was still giving him the silent treatment when he comes up to the desk with a new (and seriously fucked up) version of the schedule for John Mayer Week - he cut the wrong people's hours, etc. The fact that he took over my job and made the schedule himself was bad enough, but then he wrote in huge letters at the top, FINAL SCHEDULE and at the bottom, "Any comments or questions direct them to ME ONLY." Which was infuriating, especially because it's grammatically retarded. Is this man really my boss?
So I sat back in my chair, anger flaming in my belly, and thought to myself, That's it. That's fine. Clearly I'm the adult here, and if he wants to make the schedule himself, if he thinks he's capable of remembering to do it, let alone who is available when, then let him. I've had enough. So right then and there, I started typing my letter of resignation with a complete list of grievances. It was in size 10-point font, and was almost a page and a half, single-spaced. I was angry about a lot of things. But mainly it was what he said in regards to my John Mayer Weekend schedule that really set me off. I resent being called selfish, but I won't say there's not an ounce of truth in it. I will NOT be called irresponsible, though. I'm the most responsible 20-something he's ever met. I have never had fun in my whole life. And it's not my responsibility to hire staff at this hotel, it's his. And I won't accept the weight of Rebecca's having to work 7 days a week on my shoulders. His staffing problems are simply not my staffing problems.
He had slipped out by the time I was finished, so I stuck it in an envelope and jammed it under his door. Teach him to leave early. Then later that day, I went straight to the Hilton and announced that I would like a job. I'm sure Vernon expected it since Marissa had just gotten one there.Today I interviewed with Rene, and I think things will be a lot better there. At least I won't be so bored, and the weight of the entire business isn't on my shoulders night after night. And then someone bitches about their toilet being clogged or a hair on their sheets, I will have someone to refer them to instead of handling it myself. EDIT: I'm not sure how Rene told me I was hired on Wednesday and then his assistant called on Friday to tell me, "Thanks for your interest, but we aren't hiring," but it happened. And then I just learned that my contact at the Hilton, probably the only person over there who cared whether I got a job, inexplicably no longer works there. Don't know what happened with that. So either Vernon left and Rene had no reason to add me to the schedule, or Mr. Parsons said something and got be blacklisted with Jalaram. Who knows. Either way, if I had just quit one week earlier, I would probably have that job that I so badly wanted.
Check out theHilton and the Hampton.
Meanwhile, poor Rebecca who summers in St. Augustine has been working 7 days a week because Mr. Parsons is too lazy to advertise that he needs a part time breakfast hostess. And none of us on the desk are going to volunteer to learn how to do it because as soon as we do, he'll consider us part time breakfast and no longer look for a relief for her, and we've told her that. It's not that we don't care that your situation sucks, we're just not willing to be taken advantage of any more than we already are. And she agrees.
So. Marissa and I have both been working every weekend since the beginning of time, and we buy tickets to see John Mayer this weekend, so when I made the schedule, I just shift Vyara's days off so that she's still working 40 hours, all pathetically easy morning shifts, but she gets Tuesday and Wednesday off instead of Saturday and Sunday. And I wrote the disclaimer that the schedule is always subject to change and to come to me if you don't like the way it worked out. Well she doesn't do this, and instead apparently goes to Mr. Parsons and jumps up and down about having her days moved, when really, she has no other obligations in her entire life. We have school and meetings and projects (it's not like a day off of work is a day off, there is still tons to do). What difference does it make which two days she gets off? So what he tells her to do is to mark herself off on Saturday and Sunday, on Tuesday and Wednesday, and leave the rest of the rescheduling to him.
And then he promptly forgets about it. Or just wasn't interested, who knows.
So Meghan and I are talking and I ask her if she prefers her days off together or separate and she says she would like them together, so we go over to change the schedule, and what do we find? A completely fucked up, scribbled on version of my effing schedule, that's what. Vyara has marked herself off, not put anyone on, and then just left it that what without informing anyone that she changed it (which she has no right to do). So I'm remembering the incident where no one showed up after Christmas and I got a call from 8 hours away to come work on a Friday night, and I don't want that to happen to me or anyone, so I go back to the office to ask Mr. Parsons if he knew she did that and had a plan he didn't care to inform me of. So he takes the opportunity to say how we always take advantage of Vyara, and it's just mean to make her work a weekend, poor poor poor Vyara, and then he segues into how "irresponsible" and "selfish" Marissa and I are for not offering to train on breakfast so poor Rebecca can have just one day off a month.
At this point I'm too shocked an furious to speak, plus I had to drive to Jacksonville, so I turned on my heels and stormed out. So the next day I had cooled down a little, but was still giving him the silent treatment when he comes up to the desk with a new (and seriously fucked up) version of the schedule for John Mayer Week - he cut the wrong people's hours, etc. The fact that he took over my job and made the schedule himself was bad enough, but then he wrote in huge letters at the top, FINAL SCHEDULE and at the bottom, "Any comments or questions direct them to ME ONLY." Which was infuriating, especially because it's grammatically retarded. Is this man really my boss?
So I sat back in my chair, anger flaming in my belly, and thought to myself, That's it. That's fine. Clearly I'm the adult here, and if he wants to make the schedule himself, if he thinks he's capable of remembering to do it, let alone who is available when, then let him. I've had enough. So right then and there, I started typing my letter of resignation with a complete list of grievances. It was in size 10-point font, and was almost a page and a half, single-spaced. I was angry about a lot of things. But mainly it was what he said in regards to my John Mayer Weekend schedule that really set me off. I resent being called selfish, but I won't say there's not an ounce of truth in it. I will NOT be called irresponsible, though. I'm the most responsible 20-something he's ever met. I have never had fun in my whole life. And it's not my responsibility to hire staff at this hotel, it's his. And I won't accept the weight of Rebecca's having to work 7 days a week on my shoulders. His staffing problems are simply not my staffing problems.
He had slipped out by the time I was finished, so I stuck it in an envelope and jammed it under his door. Teach him to leave early. Then later that day, I went straight to the Hilton and announced that I would like a job. I'm sure Vernon expected it since Marissa had just gotten one there.
Check out the