right hand cramp. kid on the computer downstairs. father watching bball. bro in the basement watching nottinghill. sisters down in florida for tita fe & tito mady's 50th anniversary. they're renewing their vows. my parents would've hit the golden one in a couple more years, if the whole death do us part thing didn't happen.
stressed about work, old news. new news is almost going mental at work. i was so emotionally drained i couldn't get out of there until 7pm. i hate that place. and no matter how ridiculous [ie unprofessional petulant children] the staff acts, i still feel guiltily responsible when they're not content with their station. then again, they don't give a frak about me so really i'm not sure why i even bother. especially when a handful of them don't come to work on time.
i enrolled in a correspondence course at ny international photography school. they were running a sale, $500 saved on tuition for paying all in one shot. i don't think i'll ever be a cop because i'm so frakked in the head i'm the last person that should have that kind of authority. but maybe with this certification, i can end up being the devils' photographer. that would be neat... or you know, just have my own business and make my own hours. and be generally less sour as a person. that'd be super neat...
gotta jet. still need to get dressed after my shower, do a load of laundry, iron & fold. see the kiddie off and call leo to discuss work. fun times indeedy.
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 7, 2011
2011
Belated Happy New Year!
I began the new year at work. It's fortunate that I don't believe half of my island superstition anymore. Like whatever you're doing at the start of the new year is what you'll be doing for the rest of the year because I gotta tell you, if I'm still working at that hotel next new year's you'll see me hanging from the ceiling of the duplex suite. I also don't jump up at the stroke of midnight to grow taller but I still keep money in my pocket and make sure the house has a bowl of apples and oranges. Somethings I like to hang on to. Anyway, Giant, the sisters and Joe hung out in the duplex suite at the hotel for NYE. I was the MOD. Blah....
Aside from the lack of sleep and recently more biting headaches and the weird dreams of random things in my life blowing up, I think I'm doing ok. Admittedly, I wasthisclose to bursting into tears at work because OMFG these people. I'm not talking about guests, but the actual people I work with. Holy hot mess; the term shit rolls downhill is never more accurate. And God strike me down if I'm any at all untruthful in this regard, but this place is frakking worse than ghettomount! That is a bloody lot, lemme tell you because the g'mount ate your soul & changes you; vile hell beast that it is! I keep thinking to myself I'm putting in the time for some other job or some other recognition or future aspiration. Put in my time and hopefully we can get something out of it. I'm not excluding myself in this hot mess either because Lord knows I screw myself over all the time. My hyper work ethic always gets taken advantage of and my inner dork that wants to fit gets me in situations I don't want to be in; like covering for someone on a Saturday night when I made plans over a month ago. Plans with old school gfs for a bday. And I could be a real dick about it because truth is, didn't see a request form for days off. Just because we're cool, doesn't mean rules don't have to be followed. Also why I've been screwed over, senior bellman just up & left for a frakking MONTH when he gave a damn impression it was the end of the month. UGH. Nevermind one of the supervisors constant woe is me, whiny attitude... seriously you work like 3 days and you can't come to work on time and you have things to complain about?! Should've fired your ass a long time ago but I gave my damn word about supporting your education & not a single sincere thank you has been uttered. My bad to my instincts; you may keep repeating your "told ya" mantra.
HONESTLY! [heard that in an English accent] I've come to the conclusion that the words entitlement and appreciation do NOT go together. When did adults become SOFT as hell? When did getting paid for a job stop being congruent with doing said job? When did people lose respect for boundaries and stations in the work place? What the hell happened to work ethic?! Again, this is the source of my constant frustration. I keep *expecting* people to *react* to challenging work situations like *I* would. I'm not so sure anymore why I'm so invested in things running smoothly at work or having to do it myself to make sure. Spread pretty thin there and I sure as hell am not compensated fairly for this foolishness. Nevermind all are not treated equally by management. Case in point, my 7 banked holidays and nowhere on the horizon to be able to take them and yet certain individuals can take 4 day weekends during black out periods. I feel like one existence was presented to me and as soon as I stepped through the threshold, it was a whole different story.
It's not even I wish I could say no to taking FOM; I wish I said no to the whole job altogether and never worked there at all.
And now, I email about not coming in tomorrow.
I began the new year at work. It's fortunate that I don't believe half of my island superstition anymore. Like whatever you're doing at the start of the new year is what you'll be doing for the rest of the year because I gotta tell you, if I'm still working at that hotel next new year's you'll see me hanging from the ceiling of the duplex suite. I also don't jump up at the stroke of midnight to grow taller but I still keep money in my pocket and make sure the house has a bowl of apples and oranges. Somethings I like to hang on to. Anyway, Giant, the sisters and Joe hung out in the duplex suite at the hotel for NYE. I was the MOD. Blah....
Aside from the lack of sleep and recently more biting headaches and the weird dreams of random things in my life blowing up, I think I'm doing ok. Admittedly, I wasthisclose to bursting into tears at work because OMFG these people. I'm not talking about guests, but the actual people I work with. Holy hot mess; the term shit rolls downhill is never more accurate. And God strike me down if I'm any at all untruthful in this regard, but this place is frakking worse than ghettomount! That is a bloody lot, lemme tell you because the g'mount ate your soul & changes you; vile hell beast that it is! I keep thinking to myself I'm putting in the time for some other job or some other recognition or future aspiration. Put in my time and hopefully we can get something out of it. I'm not excluding myself in this hot mess either because Lord knows I screw myself over all the time. My hyper work ethic always gets taken advantage of and my inner dork that wants to fit gets me in situations I don't want to be in; like covering for someone on a Saturday night when I made plans over a month ago. Plans with old school gfs for a bday. And I could be a real dick about it because truth is, didn't see a request form for days off. Just because we're cool, doesn't mean rules don't have to be followed. Also why I've been screwed over, senior bellman just up & left for a frakking MONTH when he gave a damn impression it was the end of the month. UGH. Nevermind one of the supervisors constant woe is me, whiny attitude... seriously you work like 3 days and you can't come to work on time and you have things to complain about?! Should've fired your ass a long time ago but I gave my damn word about supporting your education & not a single sincere thank you has been uttered. My bad to my instincts; you may keep repeating your "told ya" mantra.
HONESTLY! [heard that in an English accent] I've come to the conclusion that the words entitlement and appreciation do NOT go together. When did adults become SOFT as hell? When did getting paid for a job stop being congruent with doing said job? When did people lose respect for boundaries and stations in the work place? What the hell happened to work ethic?! Again, this is the source of my constant frustration. I keep *expecting* people to *react* to challenging work situations like *I* would. I'm not so sure anymore why I'm so invested in things running smoothly at work or having to do it myself to make sure. Spread pretty thin there and I sure as hell am not compensated fairly for this foolishness. Nevermind all are not treated equally by management. Case in point, my 7 banked holidays and nowhere on the horizon to be able to take them and yet certain individuals can take 4 day weekends during black out periods. I feel like one existence was presented to me and as soon as I stepped through the threshold, it was a whole different story.
It's not even I wish I could say no to taking FOM; I wish I said no to the whole job altogether and never worked there at all.
And now, I email about not coming in tomorrow.
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