How To Get Fired

Remember my post about "How To Stay Unemployed?" Well, today we have, How To Get Fired.

1. Show up to work drunk because you have to work on your child's birthday. (Side question...why else would you be drunk at 10am on your child's birthday?)

2. Yell at your boss.

3. Moon the general manager.

4. Continue working the rest of your shift, drunk with sharp knives.

5. Show up the next day as if nothing happened and act shocked when told you no longer have a job.

Just saying.....it works, trust me.

Getting Back to "Routine"

My desk has been moved back to it's original place, now that the refurbishments are almost complete. I even managed to get a new chair out of the deal. Now getting someone to put it together for me is another challenge. I would do it, but I don't any room to assemble it.

Today we have a photo shoot taking place among the many other functions that normally transpire. It's for a magazine with wedding dresses as the focus. It's fun to watch and I enjoy talking to the crew working on the shoot.

New Changes, New View

First off, Happy New Year!

Upon arriving back to work on this New Year, I am treated to a move. Our main lobby area is receiving a much need renovations to include new flooring, wallpaper and carpeting. My desk has been moved to our secondary lobby at the other end of the building. Admittedly there are some adjustments in my routine, but basically my boss has made sure I have what I need to continue to do my job smoothly. Changes like having to call down to where the printer is before printing anything, having to travel down to the other end of the building to pick up said printing, not knowing who is in their office and insufficient lighting are just temporary and makes the day more interesting. Plus, even though I have temporarily lost my magnificent ocean view, I get to see people and things I rarely see. I think of this like a camping trip without the ants or the latrine.

But what puts the huge smile on my face? How nice of you to ask! My boss made sure I have access to the Internet and doing so, she decided to take our bartender’s wiring. She reasoned that all he uses it for is online dating services. Most of the day he walks by me scowling and making sarcastic comments about how I “stole” his Internet. Each time I smile real big and suggest he mention it to our boss. Then when he storms off like a little kid, I just throw a mental ticker-tape parade. Confetti everywhere! But he left and came back just now carrying his personal laptop, no doubt to use the building’s free Wi-Fi. I guess Big-Daddy can’t be away from DA LADIES!

BIG, FAT, HAIRY NOSE

Her nose is in everything. You know the co-worker. She listens in on EVERY conversation. She "happens" to walk by so so slowly that she feels she able, with authority, to comment on anyone or anything going on. It is like she is LOOKING for a reason to run to the boss. In fact, her work doesn't seem to get down on time because she is always on the move...hunting for gossip, hunting for ammunition. But I found this picture of her...just be on the look out for her.

Cool Weather, Cooler Chill

No annual review, no annual pay increase. I wouldn't even mention it, but everyone else in the place got theirs. My co-worker was bragging about it and she makes mistakes constantly. Additionally, someone is going into my voice-mail, deleting my messages (important messages concerning our members)and now members are complaining that I missed their reservations and aren't calling them back to confirm. When I find out who it is, they are toast.

Am I supposed to be impressed?

Why do folks insist on telling me that they are from out of town? Am I supposed to be impressed by their ability to pick up a phone and dial, not only a phone number, but an area code as well? Or is it that their time, because they are calling from out of town, is more valuable than someone who calls locally? Perhaps, where they hail from lacks the necessary forms of communication, and to have the skills to overcome such obstacles makes their call all the more special. Or, in the case of overseas calls, their time difference means their day is shorter and their urgency is greater. Whatever the reason, I am NOT impressed and you will be handled in the same manor as everyone else.


No one is special or everyone is special.... your choice. Either way, you will all be treated like a red-headed stepchild. (Whom I have and adore, so there)

Summertime

Well, I am no longer a temp. The powers-that-be thought fit to return to me what was taken when they laid me off. Some of the tension has eased, but I don't know if I will ever feel part of this team. The clicks and "inner circle of trust" groups are too strong, and I don't fit into anyone's mold. So why keep me? Because I have talent. Because I have a strong, sexy phone voice. Because I am creative ( I am their go-to person for any graphic work). The creative ones rarely fit into conventional molds of society, we tend to think outside. We are despised and misunderstood most of the time. So I should count myself fortunate to still be here.

The warm weather has not dampened couples from their desire for an outside oceanfront wedding. Every weekend since May we have hosted weddings. This weekend's wedding will have 260 folks sweating out on our lawn to be followed by a reception in our spacious ballroom. From my reception desk, I am treated to the transformation of an empty ballroom to an elegant staging to celebrate the union of two souls. The stage and dance floor going up now, with tables, chairs, linens, flowers, candles, lighting, piano, band, food, bar, etc to follow.