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Kaiser Sose and the Week That Wouldn't End
Sunday, August 12, 2007 @ 1:22 PM
You'll remember that last week, I had to delay my NYC trip because of a ridiculously insane schedule. So imagine how pissed off I was when this week's schedule came out and found out that I was two days into working six days in a row.
When I told the manager that I had travel plans, he said there was nothing he could do. I told him that I couldn't work six nights at work in a row. He said there was nothing he could do. I was going to wait for next week's schedule before I decided whether to walk out or just give two week's notice. But then the manager wanted my skirt size so he could order new uniforms. And I didn't want to lie to the man, so I told him that I don't plan on working at the hotel past the end of this month. I really gave him a piece of my mind. I told him, diplomatically, that I think he's a terrible manager. He didn't seem to get the message though.
Sixteen hours later when I got to work, he had changed the schedule so I could have Monday off. "Nothing he could do." My ass. All I had to do to get the night off was threaten to quit. He didn't take me seriously until then. Imagine that! Now he probably thinks that I'll change my mind about quitting. But... it wasn't some kind of power play. I wasn't trying to manipulate or threaten him into giving me a night off. My decision was final.
I'm finally going to the city, tomorrow morning as soon as I get done with work. I'm already packed. I'm staying until Thursday night or Friday morning, and then I have to work Friday night at 11. I'm going to see Michelle, and hopefully Chelsea, too, and Amanda and I are going to look at apartments! I hope we find one!
Last night I trained Stacy, who's going to be the new full-time night auditor. It was all right but honestly, after 8 hours of constantly explaining exactly what I was doing, my jaw was about ready to fall off. She seems like a nice girl, though. Not the most conscientious worker ever, but very nice. And she refers to the hospitality industry as "her field." She wants to work in hotel management. It's her chosen career path. She has a job she wants. Must be nice.
There was a band that came in late last night, and they're staying until Tuesday. The leader of the band is registered under a false name, and you'll never believe what it was: VERBAL KINT! I have no idea who he really is, but he has picked the best pseudonym ever! And we actually spoke! He called to ask me turn on the OnCommand permissions so he could rent movies. The manager had told me not to turn off their movie and phone restrictions unless they provided credit cards, but I didn't say that to Mr. Kint. I figured, "When Kaiser Sose tells you to do something, you do it. Otherwise he'll kill your children. And your parents. And people who owe you money." Plus, my policy is to do whatever rock stars tell me to do. I mean, this is America.
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