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we have hit the wall, friends and neighbors.
part-time is definitely out after this afternoon. as a matter of fact, if Gem wasn't about to get lucky tomorrow night with her beau, i'd be outta here right fucking now.
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i'm not sure i can put into words what i feel, so i'll just tell you what happened and go from there.
i thought i'd be able to dodge Mr. R until sunday, at least, but no. as of today, Gem's last day, no one knows who is taking over or when. nothing has been spoken (or emailed; i know why, and you do too, or you will by the end of this entry) to me about anything having to do with the management of this property.
at 3PM, at the tail end of my shift, in walks Mr. R. (fuckmerunnin.) i'm guessing he was able to get around his time constraints. he waits around while i tie up the last of my shift, then tells me he wants to talk to me "for just five minutes," in the meeting room.
with the door closed.
no witnesses, you see?
(i was a little uncomfortable in there, but what the hell. if he tries anything (HAH) i'd just kick his ass into next week. he's rather little, i could probably just knock him off the chair and sit on him and scream for Miss Thang.)
anyway.
i'm not going to recount the whole conversation because i'm tired and pissed and god, so weary of it all. the upshot is, he wants my job duties to expand to include (but are not limited to:)
1. daily op paperwork
2. daily, weekly, monthly ordering
3. standard daily hotel operations (meaning, putting out all the fires and being on call 24/7)
4. all the marketing work
5. keep the scores up
6. hiring and firing
7. my regular schedule on the front desk
8. walk the halls and perimeter of the building every night
for compensation, they want me to stay hourly, and i will be compensated at the end of the month. no dollar amount was mentioned, no offer of the position, nothing like that.
he assured me he'll never lie to me.
he asked me several times if i was comfortable.
he said the Phucktard is comfortable with me.
(and he just got through saying he would never lie. hmm.)
****
i nodded through the entire thing. i asked no questions, ventured no opinion and no thoughts of any kind, except when he started to bash Gem. i think he could tell by the look on my face he'd better not go there, because he changed the subject very quickly at that point.
****
tomorrow i will finish packing and might be able to get a couple of loads over to Gem's before her Big Farewell. i'll clean everything up for a quick getaway after the checks come in on sunday and i take care of that. sunday afternoon, from my new address (that the Phucktards don't have) i'm sending my resignation letter to them with a CC to Gem and the regional guy. i believe it will be an interesting letter. i am not finishing out the week.
****
i'm jumping. right the fuck off.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
part-time is definitely out after this afternoon. as a matter of fact, if Gem wasn't about to get lucky tomorrow night with her beau, i'd be outta here right fucking now.
****
i'm not sure i can put into words what i feel, so i'll just tell you what happened and go from there.
i thought i'd be able to dodge Mr. R until sunday, at least, but no. as of today, Gem's last day, no one knows who is taking over or when. nothing has been spoken (or emailed; i know why, and you do too, or you will by the end of this entry) to me about anything having to do with the management of this property.
at 3PM, at the tail end of my shift, in walks Mr. R. (fuckmerunnin.) i'm guessing he was able to get around his time constraints. he waits around while i tie up the last of my shift, then tells me he wants to talk to me "for just five minutes," in the meeting room.
with the door closed.
no witnesses, you see?
(i was a little uncomfortable in there, but what the hell. if he tries anything (HAH) i'd just kick his ass into next week. he's rather little, i could probably just knock him off the chair and sit on him and scream for Miss Thang.)
anyway.
i'm not going to recount the whole conversation because i'm tired and pissed and god, so weary of it all. the upshot is, he wants my job duties to expand to include (but are not limited to:)
1. daily op paperwork
2. daily, weekly, monthly ordering
3. standard daily hotel operations (meaning, putting out all the fires and being on call 24/7)
4. all the marketing work
5. keep the scores up
6. hiring and firing
7. my regular schedule on the front desk
8. walk the halls and perimeter of the building every night
for compensation, they want me to stay hourly, and i will be compensated at the end of the month. no dollar amount was mentioned, no offer of the position, nothing like that.
he assured me he'll never lie to me.
he asked me several times if i was comfortable.
he said the Phucktard is comfortable with me.
(and he just got through saying he would never lie. hmm.)
****
i nodded through the entire thing. i asked no questions, ventured no opinion and no thoughts of any kind, except when he started to bash Gem. i think he could tell by the look on my face he'd better not go there, because he changed the subject very quickly at that point.
****
tomorrow i will finish packing and might be able to get a couple of loads over to Gem's before her Big Farewell. i'll clean everything up for a quick getaway after the checks come in on sunday and i take care of that. sunday afternoon, from my new address (that the Phucktards don't have) i'm sending my resignation letter to them with a CC to Gem and the regional guy. i believe it will be an interesting letter. i am not finishing out the week.
****
i'm jumping. right the fuck off.
Check out TSB for the most legal fun you can have with your clothes on.
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