Life Is Not Purgatory
Monday, May 19, 2003
Ranting
If I am giving you a ride somewhere – don’t fucking critique my driving. Especially after you have been warned not to, and doing so on the way back from a Quest, while I am in a surly mood because I had a crappy weekend, and have capped it all off by being called into work for the 3:00pm shift because the person scheduled is stuck in Grande Prairie due to ‘vehicle problems’. I will never give that individual a ride anywhere again.
This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing, fun weekend… yet all I did was get crapped on all weekend, and forced to work while tired, cranky and sore, as the crown jewel on a headpiece of fecal matter.
It's cold out, but we cannot have the heat on because its going to be 20 degrees outside tomorrow. I am out of portable heaters, and the housekeeping department left me no blankets. I have no houseperson on shift, so that makes it me.
I have cranky guests, a trainee on shift, and myself as a manager trying desperately to contain his anger and rage while running around the hotel like a chicken with his head cut off, doing his paperwork, fixing the computers, fixing the credit card machine, trying to remove an unholy smell of mold from the elevator, and doing up the cash deposits from the long weekend.
With a long-weekend like this, I can't wait to suffer the aneurysm that is surely going to remove all the stress from my life.
I am not coming to work tommorow.
If I am giving you a ride somewhere – don’t fucking critique my driving. Especially after you have been warned not to, and doing so on the way back from a Quest, while I am in a surly mood because I had a crappy weekend, and have capped it all off by being called into work for the 3:00pm shift because the person scheduled is stuck in Grande Prairie due to ‘vehicle problems’. I will never give that individual a ride anywhere again.
This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing, fun weekend… yet all I did was get crapped on all weekend, and forced to work while tired, cranky and sore, as the crown jewel on a headpiece of fecal matter.
It's cold out, but we cannot have the heat on because its going to be 20 degrees outside tomorrow. I am out of portable heaters, and the housekeeping department left me no blankets. I have no houseperson on shift, so that makes it me.
I have cranky guests, a trainee on shift, and myself as a manager trying desperately to contain his anger and rage while running around the hotel like a chicken with his head cut off, doing his paperwork, fixing the computers, fixing the credit card machine, trying to remove an unholy smell of mold from the elevator, and doing up the cash deposits from the long weekend.
With a long-weekend like this, I can't wait to suffer the aneurysm that is surely going to remove all the stress from my life.
I am not coming to work tommorow.
