Thursday, July 27, 2006

Work Rant

I am so pissed off this morning. SO PISSED OFF!!! My boss points out every little error that anyone makes. Fine, he is the boss… but he screws up my office every freakin day. I do more than hotel at my desk, but that is it’s main function. There are a couple very basic things that have to get done when checking in a guest.

1. Print Out a Guest Registration Card

2. Run a Payment or Pre-Auth On Their Credit Card

3. Mark the Room Number on the Top of the Credit Card Slip

4. Record the Payment in the Computer.

This morning, Vanessa (my Brazilian roommate whom I am training to take over for me when I leave) and I arrive at work to find….

1 Room with no guest registration card

3 Rooms where the payment was not recorded in the computer

4 Credit Card slips with no room number on them.

The result of that was of course, that Vanessa and I had to hunt around to find out which payment went with which room. This tends to be a major pain in the ass. Especially since half the credit card slips where for the same amount.

Once that was taken care of, I look in the notebook on my desk. 5 inches below where I left a reminder note for myself about a payment due on Friday, there is a note in huge letters telling me not to forget to run the payment on Friday. Duh really? Below that is a note telling me to charge that room for a remote and a key. Well I already did that, and he was sitting right there when I did it, there was even a discussion on how much to charge for a remote control. I am not a moron, and yet I get continually treated like one simply because he smokes too much pot and can’t remember a damn thing.

He makes the same mistakes over and over and over and over and over again, and just kinda shrugs with a goofy grin, or says “oh that’s the last time, I promise” but if I make a mistake, it gets written up in the book. My favorite is, I go home before housekeeping. I work 6 hours a day and start at 8. So when I leave, there are rooms that aren’t done yet and rooms that I don’t know about yet etc. So, sometimes the computer isn’t updated because the info isn’t in when I leave. So then my boss won’t update the information either. He will leave me a note telling me that I “forgot” to do it the day before. Oh really now? I do NOT think so!

Then there is the guilt trip. Vanessa and I both get it when payday rolls around. “Oh my labor costs are too high, oh you should be grateful I pay you as much as I do” blah blah blah. Grateful? Grateful that he got me to quit my other job then 2 weeks later cut back my hours? Grateful that I got to stay at work 24/7 for 9 days while only getting paid for 6, and didn’t get any bonus or any meals provided or anything?

Reserved for me alone, is the comments meant to make me feel guilty about Kyle leaving with so little notice and about me leaving at all. About how he let me go visit my family when on salary you aren’t entitled to vacation in the first year. Well screw him. I’m not Kyle, so he can lay off about that. As for my vacation… it makes up for the fact that neither Kyle nor I where in any way compensated for the days (9 for me 11 for Kyle) that we where here 24/7 so that our boss could go on vacation.

I do feel bad about leaving him in a lurch, that is why I agreed to stay here until the end of September, however, if he keeps being a jackass to me, I’ll just leave at the end of August and he can kiss my pale white ass!

Monday, July 24, 2006

'Had A Bad Day Again'

It's been nothing but bad news the past few days.

First, Kyle's mom and step dad ordered their tickets to come out for our wedding next year. Well because of the time of year, the tickets cost more than they counted on, so they aren't able to give us as much money for moving as they had hopped. So we're going to need to come up with another $1000 on our own.

Second, this morning the company Kyle had a job lined up with called him. They found someone who had more certifications than Kyle and decided to give them the job instead. So now Kyle has no job.

Third, my alternator belt on my car is going. It will probably only cost $20 or $30 for a new belt, but there is a min 1 hour labor fee to add to that, so now we're looking at $100 or so. Not too bad considering what most car issues cost.

Here is the problem. Because our boss made Kyle pay back the bonus he was given, the total income for both of us, is only around $900 or so. This leaves me with JUST enough to cover my rent, my car payment and my car insurance. My student loan payment is going to bounce, and it's only $25. So forget doing anything like putting gas in my car (good thing I wont be driving it until it's fixed) or going out with friends, or buying groceries.

So, the gist of this story is... my life is falling apart at the seams and I'm ass poor. Woot!

Friday, July 21, 2006


We’re moving. The final decision was made while I was away on vacation. In October, Kyle and I are moving to Kelowna.

We talked his mom into paying for us to move, instead of giving us a honeymoon next year, and the plans are in motion.

We decided that the best option is for Kyle to accept a job offer he got in Winnipeg, paying $15 an hour. This way, he is earning more money before the move, and also, he isn’t going to move to Kelowna until I have us an apartment and I am working. This way it eliminates any issues such as both of us being out of work. At least one of us will always have a job. Plus, alone, there are several options for me while I am looking for a home and job, for both of us, the options are slightly more limited.

Kyle was due to leave this morning, however his friends showed up earlier than planned yesterday, so they wound up leaving around 6pm. I did fine right up until it was time to actually say goodbye. I was really surprised that I managed to not cry, and I am not as upset today as I worried I might be.

I think the reason I’m doing alright, is because I am keeping my focus on the bigger picture. In the end it will be best for us. Kyle will be making more money in Winnipeg, he will be able to start working more actively on getting into better shape and he will get to spend some time with his friends. This way he will be in a better place mentally when we move to Kelowna.

I’m not depressed, or distraught over Kyle going, but I’m still sad, and I’m very much going to miss him. I won’t see him again until October! So, like the song says, “Wake Me Up, When September Ends”

Wednesday, July 19, 2006


It’s been so long since I last posted, that I’m pretty sure nobody will even read this. Some people seem to post more when they get depressed. As though it is therapeutic for them or something. I am not one of these people however. When I’m bummed out, I don’t post at all.

Recently, I’ve been homesick like crazy as I mentioned in my last post. Well, I went home. I cashed in the bulk of my airmiles and I went to visit my parents for a week. It worked out perfect, I was showing up on the 10th, and I found out my sister Michelle was thinking of going up on the 9th. Once she found out I would be there, that solidified her decision to go. Neither of us told our parents we where coming, but our sisters Lori and Kristina where in on it.

Kristina was at my parents waiting, when the rest of us showed up, and we where all standing in the yard, and my sister Lori yelled for my parents to come see what happened to her car. The looks on my parents faces when they notices their missing two children (ok not missing, but from far far away) and nephews. My moms jaw dropped open so far I thought she was going to dislocate something and my dad had this goofy grin on his face and they both teared up a bit.

It was an awesome vacation, mostly we all just hung out. I played about a million games of Yatzee with my parents and Kristina after everyone else went home.

The worst part of the trip was having to come home. And I don’t just mean the way most people don’t want to leave vacation. I was loath to come home, I didn’t want to come back to this town, I didn’t want to come back to this job. I am so miserable here, all I wanted to do was stay where my family is.