Adventures in Housekeeping
There is no fucking way that I'm gonna work reunions again next year. I would rather sell drugs or sell myself on a corner to make the $600 that I'll get from this shit. So we're working MacG. Four floors of rooms. There were only 4 of us on the first day and 2 of us (me and another) were working the kitchenettes; the most disgusting things I've ever seen. And for the last 4 days we've had between 4 and 5 girls. We actually had 6 today! Woop-de-fuckin-do. And each 'supervising' housekeeper keeps telling us different stuff. Do this. Do that. Who told you to do that? Yous girls ain't supposed to be doing it that way. For the whole 4 and half hours of cleaning the fucking rooms, we're told an average of 8 times (I've been counting) how much we suck. We're doing all the rooms wrong (the ways that they told us), and how we're not as good as other student workers and we should be done already and every other dorm is already done. Well ya know what old bags?! We're doing the best that we can fucking do!!! Did you hear me? Yeah, as much as I fucking hate this job, I'm NOT a slacker. I DO my shit. I clean the fucking rooms and everything gets cleaned the way that it should. I've never, along with every other girl I'm working with, cleaned these fucking rooms before. One of them even had the nerve to tell us that we "didn't work on Friday." WTF?! Number one: we did. Me and Christen did 3 of the fucking kitchenettes and only 2 other girls cleaned. And Number two: It was our first fucking day. We're not fucking experts!!! And today, this is great. The head lady, not sure of where in the housekeeping rank SHE is, comes in at the end. Keep in mind, we've finally finished every floor, every room and we're pretty happy because now we have 2 whole days to put the linens on the beds. She comes in and tells us, yet again, how we should be done and that this is a job and we should be doing better. How is this going to help us AFTER all the fucking rooms are cleaned?! HUH?!?! And I realize that this is a job. They must think it's some housekeeping conspiracy that we're TRYING to fuck up reunions...hey, guess what?! IT'S NOT!!! And THEN, the bitch has the nerve to ask, "Do you know what you call that?...STEALING MONEY." WTF?!?! I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN AND SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!!!!! I wanted to ask her what the fuck she called all the other housekeepers talking on the bell desk phones and watching TV in our fucking TV rooms. Goddamn I fucking hate people. I wanna break something.