The End
Well, I suppose this is it. I was going to quit Park Vista at some point, but they made the decision for me. I got fired. For using internet and email for personal use (something I know all of the front desk staff, most of management, and probably reservations does) and for faking the nightly DND list (something I had been doing for a year, and that I know at least three other people did). I suppose it's just as well; at least now I *have* to go look for another job.
But it pisses me off. I didn't want to leave this job until I had another lined up; a bad job is better than no job at all. I had never been fired from a job, and I never meant to be.
It's also a little terrifying, to realize how much this upsets me. It was a lousy job with lousier management, and I complained a lot, and I've been crying ever since I left. I did manage to keep from crying until I got in my car, so I guess that's something.
Fuck Park Vista. Fuck Davidson, fuck Jackelyn, fuck Lori, fuck reservations, fuck sales, fuck everyone up there except Rex, Allen, Jacob, and Virginia. To hell with the lot of them.
But it pisses me off. I didn't want to leave this job until I had another lined up; a bad job is better than no job at all. I had never been fired from a job, and I never meant to be.
It's also a little terrifying, to realize how much this upsets me. It was a lousy job with lousier management, and I complained a lot, and I've been crying ever since I left. I did manage to keep from crying until I got in my car, so I guess that's something.
Fuck Park Vista. Fuck Davidson, fuck Jackelyn, fuck Lori, fuck reservations, fuck sales, fuck everyone up there except Rex, Allen, Jacob, and Virginia. To hell with the lot of them.