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First, before I start bitching, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARRRA. You're my favorite first-sister, and I hope 20 is kind to you. :D
Second, the bitching.
When I came to the Westport club, there were a lot of unresolved issues because the manager had no time to get things in order. One of the unresolved issues was a member who wants to cancel but can't until she pays the cancellation fee. It's been a few months since she sent in her letter of cancellation, and we're still drawing on her account. I sent her an email reminding her that we'll continue drafting until she pays the fee, or until her contract is up. "Oh, I'd forgotten all about that, I'll get that to you soon, thanks for telling me."
Okay. Today I'm looking at the draft notices n such from the company who does that for us, and I see that she's listed as a change. Doesn't make sense because *I'm* the one to change stuff when it needs changed. Look her up, and what do you know, her account's been closed. NOT COOL. I sent the bitch a friendly reminder and told her I felt bad for her because, yeah, it sucks to pay for something you're not using. And she closes her fucking bank account to get away from it.
Oh so very hard not to send her a nasty email. I'll leave a note for my manager to deal with it. I just do the paperwork.
In other news. I'm thinking about leaving Curves. I'm tired of doing the manager's job. More than that (because really, I like doing the paperwork, I like the computer stuff), I don't think I'm doing a very good job. Part of the job is to socialize with and motivate the members, but I'm just not good at that. I'm good one-on-one, in sales or in instruction, but I'm just not good at chitchat and standing around with a smile on my face. This place is boring, and I am bored when I'm here. Except when I'm doing paperwork.
Joanne's Fabric is hiring, I think. I may go over there on Monday and apply, after I talk to Cindy and give my 2 weeks' notice.
Tonight Sid is taking me to dinner at Nakato's, a Japanese steakhouse. Everyone else in my family has been there and says how great it is, but I've never been. This is my birthday present from Sid.
Before that, though, I have a meeting at the North Kansas City High School with the creative writing club. We're planning a Saturday function, where the club comes and watches our class workshop poems. I think I'm the only one going. But that's okay.
Saturday night I'm going to 2 haunted houses with a friend from my classes. I'm very excited about them; I wanted to go last year but had no one to go with. I'm hoping that Sid might be able to come up for a weekend so that the two of us can go to Worlds of Fun, a theme park, for their Halloween special events.
Second, the bitching.
When I came to the Westport club, there were a lot of unresolved issues because the manager had no time to get things in order. One of the unresolved issues was a member who wants to cancel but can't until she pays the cancellation fee. It's been a few months since she sent in her letter of cancellation, and we're still drawing on her account. I sent her an email reminding her that we'll continue drafting until she pays the fee, or until her contract is up. "Oh, I'd forgotten all about that, I'll get that to you soon, thanks for telling me."
Okay. Today I'm looking at the draft notices n such from the company who does that for us, and I see that she's listed as a change. Doesn't make sense because *I'm* the one to change stuff when it needs changed. Look her up, and what do you know, her account's been closed. NOT COOL. I sent the bitch a friendly reminder and told her I felt bad for her because, yeah, it sucks to pay for something you're not using. And she closes her fucking bank account to get away from it.
Oh so very hard not to send her a nasty email. I'll leave a note for my manager to deal with it. I just do the paperwork.
In other news. I'm thinking about leaving Curves. I'm tired of doing the manager's job. More than that (because really, I like doing the paperwork, I like the computer stuff), I don't think I'm doing a very good job. Part of the job is to socialize with and motivate the members, but I'm just not good at that. I'm good one-on-one, in sales or in instruction, but I'm just not good at chitchat and standing around with a smile on my face. This place is boring, and I am bored when I'm here. Except when I'm doing paperwork.
Joanne's Fabric is hiring, I think. I may go over there on Monday and apply, after I talk to Cindy and give my 2 weeks' notice.
Tonight Sid is taking me to dinner at Nakato's, a Japanese steakhouse. Everyone else in my family has been there and says how great it is, but I've never been. This is my birthday present from Sid.
Before that, though, I have a meeting at the North Kansas City High School with the creative writing club. We're planning a Saturday function, where the club comes and watches our class workshop poems. I think I'm the only one going. But that's okay.
Saturday night I'm going to 2 haunted houses with a friend from my classes. I'm very excited about them; I wanted to go last year but had no one to go with. I'm hoping that Sid might be able to come up for a weekend so that the two of us can go to Worlds of Fun, a theme park, for their Halloween special events.