as of Feb 2008 I no longer work at a hotel.

Long story short: let go.

Ask and you shall recieve...well...maybe...

This event that happened on Friday was to be paid in full before Friday. Well, that didn’t happen. When the computer calculated the tax and service charge it was off $0.15. I know that’s change, but still it’s money.

I emailed stating that there is a balance due and for catering to contact the client for the balance that is due. I have emailed and asked for a week prior to the event and yet, there is still a balance.

I was told to write it off. Excuse me, but my job it to collect money not write it off. I have the proof that I had asked for it more than once. Of course, the catering person said that it was ok to pay after the meal. They changed what they had and there nothing mentioned.

I work in accounting and not for the psychic friends network. If I did I’d be rich and retired because I could foresee the lotto numbers.

Hey asshole, if the money was in and calculated before hand I wouldn’t have to write a fucking thing off. You can go fuck your assistant who fucked up.

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The power of standing up for yourself...

After a long hard year and some months later, I have finally made myself known to the catering department. Everyone knows how hard my job is and if I can get witnesses for what I have to say there is hopefully going to be a change.

I think that by letting myself be known and that someone can’t pull shit over me anymore is just what the doctor ordered. I can do it the old fashion way of calls and emails or in person and in your face. Her boss might think she’s the best, but I know she’s the worse. She’s been pulling shit over me for a year now and I’ve had it.

I’m sticking up for myself and if I have to answer to corporate and she doesn’t well that’s going to have to change. She’s going to have to answer to me so that I can tell corporate what is going on. Internally we are screwed up. I always need to tell corporate look this is why it is. It’s not me it’s her. If there was some way for me to tell this to them I would.

I’d be more than happy to plead my case. I have the back up that I need. If her boss still thinks I’m picking on her it’s because she doesn’t have what I need. It’s all written down and it’s not like I’m making stuff up. I’ve helped by giving the information just to be passed along.

I play by the rules but if they’re not going to well then I’m just going to have to CMA (cover my ass) to show this is what’s been going on for a year now. The war has just started.

To be continued...

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Like A Rolling Stone...

I had no idea what was in store. By the pictures you have an idea what I went to do after work. I went to the Rolling Stones concert. The opener was Van Morrison. He sang for a good hour. I was expecting the sounds from the record or CD that I heard of the one song Brown Eyed Girl. That was the second to last song. The last song was Gloria. I had no idea there would be pot smokers in the section and no one did anything. They left, but I could still smell it. What the hell? Are all American concerts like this or just the ones with the old folks?

The Rolling Stones were pretty good. I can only compare Mick Jagger's dancing to this:





Mick can still move. The stage had it so that people could be on it while they performed and sort of made them part of the show. They did do an encore, but it was just one song, which was fine with me. The song was Satisfaction. I think it was interesting and to see these old guys just rock out is cool. Charlie Watts the drummer is my favorite though. I think he has the easiest job. He has aged gracefully. Keith Richards hasn't.


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Defensive and unhelpful people...

That's my beef. OK, so you're doing sale and then you notice your group has money due back to them. What do you think happens?

A. Accounting does the refund.
B. You do a credit memo for a refund.
C. Someone will refund it. It's not my job to care.
D. Give them a refund yourself from your own pocket.

The answer is A. Yup, I had someone so stupid call me up with a question about money that has to be issued back to the guest. Yet, didn't seem to mind that I was put into an awkward position when it came to refunding money (CASH) to them.

You know, if you weren't so defensive and demanding then maybe I would care. But since you want everything now and done NOW then you're acting too fucking spoiled and demanding for me.

If you don't get me paid then I'm going to go after you. I will let your superior know of the fucking mess you made. You better watch your ass or I will try and go after you like a crazy ass monkey!

That is all.

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It's funny...

It's funny how you don't look at your time card except every once in a while. You then notice something strange. You got a raise! OK, it's not much, but $0.10 a day is $0.80 and that is not enough to pay for even a one way trip by BART or AC Transit.

I wonder when the next raise will be. I guess being union is OK. I did figure out why the GSA (Guest Service Agent) mentioned a $0.10 raise. He is the union leader after all.

Funny how he is religious and likes baseball, but doesn't think of baseball as a religion. Something to think about.

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I tried to start a fire...

I was hungry after lack of lunch and thought maybe I'd find something to eat. Then I saw it. I saw PIE! Not 3.14159, but the kind you can eat. I saw peach pie. It was cold and I wanted something hot, so I thought I'd heat it up in the microwave. Well, I did something that I didn't would cause "sparks".

I had it in there and saw sparks. I thought what could that be? It's not like I had foil in the mircowave. It was the saran wrap catching fire. It burnt a small hole. I was shocked to find it. I took off the wrapper and then stuck it back in. I didn't want to make it smell so I got rid of it quickly.

Now I know at work you can't have saran wrap in a mircowave.

This has been a public safety announcement.
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