So we had a meeting of hotel staff on Wednesday, to discuss things that have been bothering us and our boss.
Short and sweet, the meeting can be summed up as "We're a team, and it's everybody's job to do everything in the hotel ie. it's a team effort to make sure the place is clean etc."
A few things bothered me about the meeting.
1. I got reamed out about something I haven't said in MONTHS. A long time ago, someone asked me about something and I was in a pissy mood, so I said "It's not in my job description, so it's not my problem."
This was OVER 6 months ago.
And I get reamed out about it Wednesday. My boss goes on and fucking on about how there is no job description, and if I need one, I can get up and leave now. I...seriously almost slapped the bitch.
2. Ok, everything is everyone's job...
I understand teamwork, but basically, if person A leaves a mess on their shift, person B should clean it up to do their part. And my boss is going on and on about how if housekeeping needs help, third shift...aka ME, since I am the full time third shifter, should fold towels to help them out. That's all fine and dandy, I understand that I get the most down time of this job...
but not a single one of these fuckers can take a vacuum to the breakfast room? Or take a wet towel and wipe down the tables? No...
So I get to do their jobs AND my job...and I can't complain or I get the fucking "You have the most down time" shit thrown in my face. Grrr...
May I also add, that at our last fucking meeting, my boss explicitly told first and second shift that cleaning up the breakfast room was THEIR job, and IF they couldn't get it done, to tell me when I came in so I knew what to expect.
Bitch needs to make up her fucking mind...
Which brings me to point 3...
My boss bitched at me about the cleanliness of the breakfast room.
A: I'm not the only fucking third shifter...but she only looked at me when she was bitching about it...
(What happened to the fucking team effort shit there huh?)
B: She comes in at 9am. The breakfast opens at fucking 5am! That means X-amount of people have already eaten and made a fucking mess BEFORE she comes in. Of course the fucking room isn't going to look like it did when I set it up at 5am....but apparently she is too fucking retarded to see that...
I hate this place. I hate is so much...
and yet, without my license and wheels on the road, which is taking forever because of bills and a lack of money...I can't get anything better. Plus...this place is perfect for me to go to school...
8 hours of homework time at night...
So I am stuck...until I get my car mobile.
Oh, and Gary told me that apparently my boss offered him my job, and was talking about putting me back on second shift.
FUCK...THAT!
If she does that, I will not only walk out, straight up...
I will also tell her, to her face, how much of a joke I think she is, and how working for her for the past 2 years has been the worst experience of my life.
</end rant>
Sigh...
I need to get laid.
-Me
Short and sweet, the meeting can be summed up as "We're a team, and it's everybody's job to do everything in the hotel ie. it's a team effort to make sure the place is clean etc."
A few things bothered me about the meeting.
1. I got reamed out about something I haven't said in MONTHS. A long time ago, someone asked me about something and I was in a pissy mood, so I said "It's not in my job description, so it's not my problem."
This was OVER 6 months ago.
And I get reamed out about it Wednesday. My boss goes on and fucking on about how there is no job description, and if I need one, I can get up and leave now. I...seriously almost slapped the bitch.
2. Ok, everything is everyone's job...
I understand teamwork, but basically, if person A leaves a mess on their shift, person B should clean it up to do their part. And my boss is going on and on about how if housekeeping needs help, third shift...aka ME, since I am the full time third shifter, should fold towels to help them out. That's all fine and dandy, I understand that I get the most down time of this job...
but not a single one of these fuckers can take a vacuum to the breakfast room? Or take a wet towel and wipe down the tables? No...
So I get to do their jobs AND my job...and I can't complain or I get the fucking "You have the most down time" shit thrown in my face. Grrr...
May I also add, that at our last fucking meeting, my boss explicitly told first and second shift that cleaning up the breakfast room was THEIR job, and IF they couldn't get it done, to tell me when I came in so I knew what to expect.
Bitch needs to make up her fucking mind...
Which brings me to point 3...
My boss bitched at me about the cleanliness of the breakfast room.
A: I'm not the only fucking third shifter...but she only looked at me when she was bitching about it...
(What happened to the fucking team effort shit there huh?)
B: She comes in at 9am. The breakfast opens at fucking 5am! That means X-amount of people have already eaten and made a fucking mess BEFORE she comes in. Of course the fucking room isn't going to look like it did when I set it up at 5am....but apparently she is too fucking retarded to see that...
I hate this place. I hate is so much...
and yet, without my license and wheels on the road, which is taking forever because of bills and a lack of money...I can't get anything better. Plus...this place is perfect for me to go to school...
8 hours of homework time at night...
So I am stuck...until I get my car mobile.
Oh, and Gary told me that apparently my boss offered him my job, and was talking about putting me back on second shift.
FUCK...THAT!
If she does that, I will not only walk out, straight up...
I will also tell her, to her face, how much of a joke I think she is, and how working for her for the past 2 years has been the worst experience of my life.
</end rant>
Sigh...
I need to get laid.
-Me
Even if it makes you feel good to tell someone off, I have learned that you don't want to burn any bridges. Just saying.
Good luck!