Girls just want to have fun in My Unpredictable Life ...

So. Time has once again slipped away from me.

The story of my life anymore.

You can thank my job for that by the way.

Some days I hate that I love my job. But love it I do.

Despite the fact that I’m only considered part time and am not eligible for pay raises or holiday pay or that I only get 1/3 of the amount of the monthly bonuses that my counterparts get. Especially when I work circles around most of them. But, it is what it is.

Hopefully within 2 weeks all of that will be changing. For the past 10 weeks I have been working 32+ hours a week to become a “full time” employee. I’ve only been there 7+ months. About time, right?

The company requires a minimum of 30+ hours a week for 90 days to be considered full time. I wish I had been told that in the beginning. When my 1st 90 days were up & I didn’t get my “review”, it was then that I found out about the required 30+ hours a week.

Then in mid-September, a schedule change gave me the chance to become a full time employee. Y’all, it was the perfect schedule for my family & I. Yeah, working Mon-Thurs 11pm to 7am sucked, but it was perfect for us.

After 4 weeks, the other night auditor threw a temper tantrum and wanted his 5 nights back. Since he’s been there over a year, he has seniority over me so I went back to just 2 nights a week. Since I was 4 weeks in to becoming full time, the manager kept me at 4 days but that means I work Fri & Sat evenings now. I hate missing the time with my family. But, it is what it is.

I won’t lie, my body is wearing thin. This working different shifts is getting to me. On Wednesdays, I am nothing more than a zombie. I only manage 4 hours of sleep during the day so that I will be able to sleep Wednesday night to get my body back on a normal schedule. Monday nights at work are so difficult because I can never get a long enough nap in before work to get me through the night. By the time Wednesday morning rolls around, my body is finally on board with working the night shift, only to have to tell my body, never mind, we are back to sleeping at nights now. Yeah, this is getting old. My body is old. But, it’s a job and … it is what it is.

We’ve gone through some changes at work. Phyllis moved to Florida. Misty was finally fired. FINALLY!!! And Lorena is moving to California in a few weeks. Those of you have been following along, Misty is “Little Girl” and Lorena is “Baby Girl”.

Of course, no one has been hired to replace any of them.

We had 8 desk clerks. Currently we are down to 6. Then, Paul will be going to only 2 days a week next month after Lorena leaves. Chris works only on Sunday mornings from 7-3. Maggie is the new front desk manager and supposedly they want her working 12-8pm because apparently there is no need for 2 managers (Omar, the general manager) on 7-3 shift. Maggie has 4 children and she won’t work past 8pm the 6 days a week she works, so that she can still tuck them in at bedtime. Uhm, you knew this crap before you accepted your new position.

So once Lorena is gone and Paul is doing only 2 days a week (no 7-3), well, we (and by we, I actually mean ME!) are screwed. Audit is taken care of between Rick & I. I can do 3 max 3-11 shifts but that would still leave 2 of the 3-11 shifts unaccounted for. If they try to stick me on 7-3 for 3 days a week, that still leaves 3 of the 7-3 shifts available. It’s all a mess. I only know that I thought my schedule was jacked up before, I ain’t seen nothing yet!

The breakfast girl, Kasey, is gonna be the death of me. For whatever reason, she’s jealous of me. It’s the only way I know how to describe her actions. If she sees me talking with a male guest, she stops whatever she is doing to come over to us & join in on the conversation and then she changes the subject to about her. Some days, it feels like I can’t even go pee without her right there in my shadow. Why? She’s lazy. I’m constantly having to “remind” her what she needs to be doing. She has temper tantrums and refuses to do certain things because the “weekend girls” don’t do something. Ugh. Occasionally, when she goes on a tirade, I look at her and say, “How old are you again?” She’s 25 by the way.

I’m always telling Omar that I need hazard pay to work with her. Every other word out of her mouth is a “F” bomb. She’s gotten bad reviews/complaints from guests about her cussing and topics that she will discuss. Overall, she is bad for our hotel but we don’t have anyone beating down the door looking for a job.

But aside from all that, I do love my job. The guests are great. The long term ones have become family. They leave me wonderful, heartfelt reviews. I feel very loved. Now if only I’d get some monetary rewards for the reviews, then I’d be able to have my cake & eat it too! lol

Oh My GOSH!!! Y’all, I met the band Alabama!!! They stayed at our hotel for one night. Jeff Cook gave me an autographed picture of himself, he hugged me and he kissed me on my right cheek! He even said he would come back for a visit when he’s not working. Which I highly doubt but still, how cool is that?? I even met Jamie Lynn Spears and her daughter and mother. I wasn’t impressed with Jamie Lynn too much. I was trying to get an autograph from her for The Child (The Child used to watch Zoey 101 religiously) but she wouldn’t cooperate. Oh well.

I recently had a lovely chat with Buck Taylor and even made black & white photo copies of a drawing he was working on while staying with us. He has stayed with us a few times and will be back soon enough.

And then, I met and got an autograph and picture taken with Eric Martsolf .

Have I mentioned how much I love my job? LOL

Her: “Good morning, Sunshine.”

a little while later

Her: “Good morning, Darlin’.”

a little while later

Her: Good morning, Baby.”

a little while later when she walks over to their breakfast table

Him: “What the hell! How come they get “Darlin’ and Baby,” and I get a cheesy “Sunshine”?”

Her: “But sunshine is so much more personal, Sunshine. We all need sunshine to live. Without sunshine, the world is a dreary place.”

Him: “Bullshit! I don’t want to be called no damn pansy ass Sunshine!”

Her: “Okay then. Good morning, Ladies.”

Him: “Ha ha smartass. Not funny.”

she makes eye contact with all three of them, individually

Her: “Fine. Good morning, Mike, good morning, Julian, good morning, Mr. Clean.”

… and that is how I came home from work that morning wearing coffee and oatmeal on my work shirt … NOTE TO SELF When harassing the guests, stand back a minimum of 15 feet to prevent food/beverages from being spewed on you.

FYI - Friendly Neighborhood Sniper Guy looks just like Mr. Clean but no one apparently has been brave enough to say it within his hearing distance … until me LOL