Starting to hate my job.......
Well, last night just royally pissed me off to pieces (if that makes any sense). Theres this girl Betsy who I work with. I don't work with her often, but believe me, during the times that I work with her, working with her on a not-so-often basis, is wayyyyyyyyyyyy too much even. Shes going to school for Hotel Management, and obviously right now its going to her head, big time. Anytime something SHE thinks should be done (now mind you she is NOT my boss, in any way, shape or form, and nor would I EVER be stupid enough to follow HER instructions), she pretty much dumps right in front of you, and if you push it to the side (in the event that you are very busy and you are in the process of doing something important (whether it be taking care of a guests request, or getting something done that NEEEEEEEEDS to be done), she throws a fit and bitches at you.
For example, last night, she thought the filing had to be done. Filing is NOT a priority when I am working. Filing is something that can DEFINITELY wait until either before I leave at the end of my shift, or when I am not busy. Filing isn't anything important, it is just something that helps us out and makes things a little easier. It's not anything that always HAS to be done at a certain time.
Last night for about 3 hours, I was helping guests with any problems they had, I was checking guests in, and answering any of their questions. I would go back and forth from one computer mainly because I had to check each folio (file of information in the computer system), and at one point, Betsy thought that I wasn't doing anything constructive, or important, or helpful at the front desk, sooooo.......as I got up to walk away from the computer to reply to the awaiting guest, she DUMPS about 3 piles of papers in front of me (not caring if they fell on the floor because she expected me to pick them up, and "get right to it"). Well, she didn't say anything about filing, because she just dumped shit right in front of me, so I assumed she wanted something to be done with the piles of papers.
I didn't take care of it right away, because I was already doing something that held priority over filing shit papers. Betsy wasn't doing anything but bullshitting with Deanna, which royally pissed me off. I ended up alphabetizing one of the piles, just to get it ready to be put away for sure, and a guest came to the counter.
WELL, Betsy found that things weren't done YET (I was getting to it, when I had the time), and she asked me "when do you think you're going to finish filing so the papers can be put away?" I thought of saying "Betsy, this bullshit can wait until before I leave, it isn't THAT important, in fact, it isn't important at all. If you're so fucking worried about it, why don't you do the damn filing and shut the hell up?"
Rebeca ended up calling the Gideon last night (after Betsy left) so she could find out what time she had to come in for (she's been extreeeeeeemely sick for 3 days now), and I told her that there was a note on her desk to call me in the morning because I needed to talk to her about something important. She sounded worried, and I think she KNEW it was about work. Well, yea, it is. I can be very calm with Rebeca because she always understands me. But, I'm going to tell her, if this bossy, cocky shit with Betsy doesn't stop, or if Rebeca can't do anything about my schedule so that I don't run into Betsy during my shift, I will find another job. I know that not every job is perfect, but some people just have to learn to live with shit, and stop being so damn cocky. Thats why I quit Price Chopper and WalMart. If I have to quit my job at the Gideon (as much as I absolutely LOVE it there), then.....so be it.
But, for now, I'm gonna go because I'm waiting for Rebeca to call me on my cell phone (and I don't want to be updating my journal as I talk to her).
Bye!
For example, last night, she thought the filing had to be done. Filing is NOT a priority when I am working. Filing is something that can DEFINITELY wait until either before I leave at the end of my shift, or when I am not busy. Filing isn't anything important, it is just something that helps us out and makes things a little easier. It's not anything that always HAS to be done at a certain time.
Last night for about 3 hours, I was helping guests with any problems they had, I was checking guests in, and answering any of their questions. I would go back and forth from one computer mainly because I had to check each folio (file of information in the computer system), and at one point, Betsy thought that I wasn't doing anything constructive, or important, or helpful at the front desk, sooooo.......as I got up to walk away from the computer to reply to the awaiting guest, she DUMPS about 3 piles of papers in front of me (not caring if they fell on the floor because she expected me to pick them up, and "get right to it"). Well, she didn't say anything about filing, because she just dumped shit right in front of me, so I assumed she wanted something to be done with the piles of papers.
I didn't take care of it right away, because I was already doing something that held priority over filing shit papers. Betsy wasn't doing anything but bullshitting with Deanna, which royally pissed me off. I ended up alphabetizing one of the piles, just to get it ready to be put away for sure, and a guest came to the counter.
WELL, Betsy found that things weren't done YET (I was getting to it, when I had the time), and she asked me "when do you think you're going to finish filing so the papers can be put away?" I thought of saying "Betsy, this bullshit can wait until before I leave, it isn't THAT important, in fact, it isn't important at all. If you're so fucking worried about it, why don't you do the damn filing and shut the hell up?"
Rebeca ended up calling the Gideon last night (after Betsy left) so she could find out what time she had to come in for (she's been extreeeeeeemely sick for 3 days now), and I told her that there was a note on her desk to call me in the morning because I needed to talk to her about something important. She sounded worried, and I think she KNEW it was about work. Well, yea, it is. I can be very calm with Rebeca because she always understands me. But, I'm going to tell her, if this bossy, cocky shit with Betsy doesn't stop, or if Rebeca can't do anything about my schedule so that I don't run into Betsy during my shift, I will find another job. I know that not every job is perfect, but some people just have to learn to live with shit, and stop being so damn cocky. Thats why I quit Price Chopper and WalMart. If I have to quit my job at the Gideon (as much as I absolutely LOVE it there), then.....so be it.
But, for now, I'm gonna go because I'm waiting for Rebeca to call me on my cell phone (and I don't want to be updating my journal as I talk to her).
Bye!