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part two
okay. where do i start?
first of all, there's been a slight fuckarow. the day after Mr. M checked in, he reported his video camera stolen and blamed the housekeeping staff. Miss Thang was on duty, so she told him to call the police and file a complaint. he did so. he also emailed corporate, the BBB, and several other places about the theft by housekeeping.
in the three years i've been here, there's been no thefts by housekeeping. as a matter of fact, $1000 was found inside a bible and turned in, to be claimed three days later by a flabbergasted guest. phones, wallets, jewelry -- all turned in and all claimed and accounted for. for the love of all that's good and holy, a $30,000 chain from the ICP was returned!
guess what? turns out the video camera was hanging from this guy's luggage cart, and when he went up to his room, two kids helped him with his luggage, and now he sincerely believes housekeeping had nothing to do with it. hmmm.
needless to say, i emailed corporate right away, pulled some strings and got the police report, and informed the police of this information. Mr. M is supposed to call them if he either finds his property or now remembers something different, but he has yet to do so.
someone could have lost their fucking JOB over this.
i suggested to corporate that Mr. M (who has intentions of staying here for a month) find other accommodations. the housekeepers will not go anywhere near his room, for fear they will be falsely accused of theft again.
i.am.so.disgusted.
****
so, okay, there's two owners we deal with. the father, Mr. R and the Phucktard, his son. Mr. R was here today to get the deposits. that's where the last post ended. (sorry to leave you hanging.) after chasing me for two days (three, by his calendar) he said not...one...word...to...me. not one. not hi, how are ya, phuck you. nothing.
(hand me a tissue.)
i waited around to make sure Gem was okay, then i left to run some errands. i received the gist of the conversation over at Gem's later, after moving another load.
Mr. R: I tried calling Netta for three days and couldn't get her.
Gem: Well, Mr. R, yesterday she did laundry.
Mr. R: Yes, yes, but I tried for three days.
Gem: Mr. R, she does have a personal life. She has a lovely boyfriend that comes and takes her out to dinner sometimes.
Mr. R: She has a boyfriend?
Gem: Yes, Mr. R, she does. And sometimes she gets in her car and does errands.
Mr. R: She has a car?
Gem: Yes, Mr. R. Of course she has a car.
she said Mr. R looked very, very worried.
as well he should.
****
this is the last time Mr. R will see Gem. after six years of dedicated service, he gifted her with a $100 bonus.
****
Gem says that they should have offered me the GM position, and the fact that they didn't is a slap in the face. (if i cared, it would be, but i don't, so it doesn't. are ya with me?) she said that she was talking to Mizz V, in our sister hotel (before the split) and Mizz V said, do you remember the meeting with the regional manager? remember how Netta got up at one point and left the room? of course the Phucktard isn't going to offer it to her. he already KNOWS he can't rule Netta like he rules the rest of us.
heh.
****
i think this is the best part of the leap. when you look over the vista of what-might-be, what-could-be, and know that you're really going to do it! you're really going to jump! and you know you are, you are going to do it. you're going to jump, and your heart is hammering, your palms are sweaty, and your legs are heavy with adrenaline.
breathe*breathe*breathe.
and then the calm descends, but the fire glows underneath.
****
i just want to do the right thing, the best thing. but i'm nowhere near as nice as Gem, no where near. and you know the funny thing? i'm more pissed off for her than i am for me.
she says, maybe you shouldn't burn any bridges.
and i say, i WANT to burn it. i don't ever want to work for these people again, or anyone like them. everything i ever did in this hotel was because of you.
listen, for three years these people barely knew my name. they know nothing about me and care even less (that's okay. i deliberately tried hard to keep it that way. i knew immediately they were not worthy.) i was a good deal for them, they knew that much, but then, they were a good deal for me. NOW they know me, NOW they see me.
sorry. no deal.
****
we'll see what tomorrow brings.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
first of all, there's been a slight fuckarow. the day after Mr. M checked in, he reported his video camera stolen and blamed the housekeeping staff. Miss Thang was on duty, so she told him to call the police and file a complaint. he did so. he also emailed corporate, the BBB, and several other places about the theft by housekeeping.
in the three years i've been here, there's been no thefts by housekeeping. as a matter of fact, $1000 was found inside a bible and turned in, to be claimed three days later by a flabbergasted guest. phones, wallets, jewelry -- all turned in and all claimed and accounted for. for the love of all that's good and holy, a $30,000 chain from the ICP was returned!
guess what? turns out the video camera was hanging from this guy's luggage cart, and when he went up to his room, two kids helped him with his luggage, and now he sincerely believes housekeeping had nothing to do with it. hmmm.
needless to say, i emailed corporate right away, pulled some strings and got the police report, and informed the police of this information. Mr. M is supposed to call them if he either finds his property or now remembers something different, but he has yet to do so.
someone could have lost their fucking JOB over this.
i suggested to corporate that Mr. M (who has intentions of staying here for a month) find other accommodations. the housekeepers will not go anywhere near his room, for fear they will be falsely accused of theft again.
i.am.so.disgusted.
****
so, okay, there's two owners we deal with. the father, Mr. R and the Phucktard, his son. Mr. R was here today to get the deposits. that's where the last post ended. (sorry to leave you hanging.) after chasing me for two days (three, by his calendar) he said not...one...word...to...me. not one. not hi, how are ya, phuck you. nothing.
(hand me a tissue.)
i waited around to make sure Gem was okay, then i left to run some errands. i received the gist of the conversation over at Gem's later, after moving another load.
Mr. R: I tried calling Netta for three days and couldn't get her.
Gem: Well, Mr. R, yesterday she did laundry.
Mr. R: Yes, yes, but I tried for three days.
Gem: Mr. R, she does have a personal life. She has a lovely boyfriend that comes and takes her out to dinner sometimes.
Mr. R: She has a boyfriend?
Gem: Yes, Mr. R, she does. And sometimes she gets in her car and does errands.
Mr. R: She has a car?
Gem: Yes, Mr. R. Of course she has a car.
she said Mr. R looked very, very worried.
as well he should.
****
this is the last time Mr. R will see Gem. after six years of dedicated service, he gifted her with a $100 bonus.
****
Gem says that they should have offered me the GM position, and the fact that they didn't is a slap in the face. (if i cared, it would be, but i don't, so it doesn't. are ya with me?) she said that she was talking to Mizz V, in our sister hotel (before the split) and Mizz V said, do you remember the meeting with the regional manager? remember how Netta got up at one point and left the room? of course the Phucktard isn't going to offer it to her. he already KNOWS he can't rule Netta like he rules the rest of us.
heh.
****
i think this is the best part of the leap. when you look over the vista of what-might-be, what-could-be, and know that you're really going to do it! you're really going to jump! and you know you are, you are going to do it. you're going to jump, and your heart is hammering, your palms are sweaty, and your legs are heavy with adrenaline.
breathe*breathe*breathe.
and then the calm descends, but the fire glows underneath.
****
i just want to do the right thing, the best thing. but i'm nowhere near as nice as Gem, no where near. and you know the funny thing? i'm more pissed off for her than i am for me.
she says, maybe you shouldn't burn any bridges.
and i say, i WANT to burn it. i don't ever want to work for these people again, or anyone like them. everything i ever did in this hotel was because of you.
listen, for three years these people barely knew my name. they know nothing about me and care even less (that's okay. i deliberately tried hard to keep it that way. i knew immediately they were not worthy.) i was a good deal for them, they knew that much, but then, they were a good deal for me. NOW they know me, NOW they see me.
sorry. no deal.
****
we'll see what tomorrow brings.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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