Does your job inspire you?

No, career builder, my job dos not. Thanks for the fucking reminder on this craptastic monday.
It was just what I needed.

 

FUCK HOW DO I MAKE THE MONEY I NEED AND STILL PURSUE SOMETHING THAT INTERESTS OR INSPIRES ME OR JUST DOESN’T MAKE ME WANT TO STAB PEOPLE DAILY?!?

* shrug *

there it is. another email about promotions. another day of feeling like all my hard work is not paying off. it’s not that i was passed over for a promotion that i wanted, it’s that even though i’ve taken on 1 new role and 1 new title, it never matters. even though i’m now responsible for training all new hires for the front desk – the ‘face of the hotel’ … and working part time in reservations. i still have my current/old control job. today i worked control and trained a newbie at the same time. tomorrow i’ll do reservations while i train. Great. then they may want me to come in on my day(s) off to train some more. forget that i just worked a 65 hour work week….. and the fact that i didn’t even get 24 hours notice that i had a new hire coming in to start. and the fact that it’s the son of a senior vice president of the company. Excellent. Sure, i can stay and work an extra hour & a half preparing for him. Sure, I can still start at 6:30am and stay until 5:30pm today. and tomorrow. and friday. and probably my next off day too. UGH. I’m just getting a little worn out. But i need the money, so the overtime is welcome, but my patience and attitude is wearing thin (it usually does after just 3 or 4 days of work in a row… ).
So then today i get this awesome email about how great of a job so-and-so are doing (times 4) and no mention of what a killer job i do every fucking day, even though all my managers fight to have me on their shift because they know i can handle the position and things run smoothly when i’m there… Just a single line thrown in somewhere in that email about the roles i’ve been given and how I do a good job would suffice. I don’t want to be any sort of center of attention, but it would sure be nice to have it acknowledged that i work hard at doing a good job. Guess i have to kiss some more ass for that. O wait, kissing more ass would require me to kiss any ass to begin with. And thus is my problem. Not only am i incredibly socially awkward, but I refuse to kiss ass. I’ve told one of my bosses how i feel about her leaving after this week (i want to wrap my arms around her & never let her go! …she’s the greatest thing that’s ever happened to our department) but only because i sincerely mean it…

so, it’s just another day of feeling like all my hard work is not paying off, but i just have to keep reminding myself that it is, i just don’t see how yet. one day i will see it though.   …right??

Never before…

…have I met a general manager of a hotel who was more inept at dealing with people. He was friendly enough, but he needs to be kept in his office, with the door closed so the guests cannot hear the raucous coming from him. A small incident or issue arises and he Freaks Out. I mean, when people show up to check in several hours before check-in time, and there are no clean rooms, you should calmly ask the guest to have a seat in the lobby for a few minutes while you see about getting them in ASAP. Instead, you went behind the thin-as-paper wall (that didn’t extend to the ceiling or have a door) and called housekeeping on a loud radio and shouted about ‘how can we get some more fucking rooms clean?!’ as if no one could hear you because they couldn’t see you. This was crazy.

It’s no wonder 2 of your 4 agents has no idea how to handle guests and issues either. It was unbelievable! One of the 2 was just terrified of a remotely upset guest, and the other just didn’t give a shit about anything at all really. They are masters of the blame game, trying their best to put the blame on anyone other than them or the hotel.

When you over sell a hotel, and have to relocate people, you cannot blame it on a specific other guest of the hotel. Just either admit that you oversold, or calmly say that a few guests extended their stay and you cannot legally throw them out of the hotel. This was the most unbelievable incident to date! You can’t say that this specific company didn’t checkout today as scheduled and that’s why you have no room … what if someone from that party hears you say that, or the upset guest sees them in their company uniform or logo t-shirt at breakfast in the morning?? You just cannot do that!!

I come away more thankful of the people I work with. somewhat

Flying

I’m on a plane waiting to depart for White Plaines, NY… Final destination is Fishkill, NY. My job is sending me to help train a newly acquired property on operating systems… Yikes! So I’ll be gone 5 days, and it I a good opportunity for some goo exposure… Maybe I could transfer to Japan after all?
BTW, this plane is SO TINY!! I hate small planes! I’m in my single seat and then there is the aisle and 2 seats across…yep, just 3 seats per row I need to sleep or read my manga, while listening to Ayumi Hamasaki… *sigh* Japan!

Everyday I’m hustlein’

Im dying to get to Japan as soon as possible! Maybe it’s just an excuse to quit the job that stresses me out like crazy; I am itching to embark at my attempt at truly flying by the seat of my pants, trying to make it as an artist and/ or marketer or designer or whatever, but in the most unconventional way I can think of… finally realizing my dream of traveling the world for my life?
Whenever I was asked what I wanted to do, my answer was always ‘out there’… Artist, DJ, world traveler, photographer… Never a solid job I could nail down and specify, but that’s ok, thats why I try & hustle almost everything I can… Preparing for a crazy life that many people wish they lived but will never have the balls to do. If I ever write a book, that will be the title- the life most wish for but dont have the balls to live. …copyright, bitches!
Anyway… It will take a bit of planning on our part to make sure we have some money to even get flights booked, but the balls are rolling and by this time next year, we’ll be in Japan and I’ll have sent in my official ‘F you’…er, resignation letter!
One way or another… Wether I have to make the decision to never return to this country or not… Even if I have to go alone, Japan will be mine in the next 11 months.