Days like today.
…suck.
It’s funny how yesterday, I made it seem like not that big of a deal about having/working two jobs. Well today, IT FUCKING SUCKS. Ugh.
This morning I woke up early to go train a new server at work. She’s not new; she’s actually been around for a LONG time, but she had never done a Guest Breakfast in the one building before so I showed her how to setup everything.
And MORE bitching about hours.
Every one of my servers has bitched about fucking hours. SHUT THE FUCK UP. You are an ON CALL server at a fucking tiny conference center where the average event we do is about 40 people. Don’t get on my fucking ass about hours. I am the manager, I make the fucking call.
Sorry for all the F words. I’m just frustrated.
The lady in question working today, was saying how "Guest Breakfast" wasn’t on tip point and even though she "doesn’t mind doing it", it’s not fair that she’s there for $12 an hour, and not doing banquet shift which is ON tip point. Anyway… Okay, FIRST OF ALL, obviously you mind. You wouldn’t mention it if you didn’t. Second of all, she calls me out on bullshit of how I’ve been there for a month and haven’t scheduled her. Really? Hmm. A whole month I’ve been the food and beverage manager at this conference center and all of a SUDDEN, I’m supposed to have the whole world figured out.
Side note: If you know anything about events or banquets, there’s a service charge that people pay for an event that goes in the servers’ pockets–it’s possible for a server to make about $30 an hour doing an event. Tip points can be anywhere from $10, to $20, to $30 an hour on top of the minimum wage that they normally get.
Fuck off. Lol. :/
I’m grumpy because my sleep schedule is WHACK.
Despite my undying, unconditional love for Mitchell Hal Hellickson…our sleeping arrangement sucks. Not the bed per se, but our sleep schedules and WORK schedules. For instance, with his job, it’s possible for him to not have to appear to the office until 10 am or even 11 am some days. For me, it’s pretty much work at 6 or 6:30 at the latest. So I’m up, doing hair, makeup, etc. While he sleeps. EVERY DAY. For some reason, that drives me fucking nuts. EVERY MORNING I have to turn the light off and kiss him goodbye while he sleeps another four hours. I know I should be more understanding, and for the most part I am, but damn… I wish that he would wake up with me! And get ready for the day with me! I don’t know why. Also, he snores. UGH. Not one of those lethal snorers, but enough to where I am fucking CONSTANTLY telling him to be quiet every night. If I get too distracted, I can’t sleep. He wears Breathe Right strips every now and then which help… but still. *Sigh* Love him like crazy. Just weird couple quirks.
Our living arrangement is FAR from ideal right now also. I am STILL paying rent, bills at an apartment that I’m NEVER at which is FUCKING annoying. I love my roommate and she holds down the fort pretty well, but it’s still ridiculous. I’m pretty much living with Mitchell and his roommate… which is a WHOLE other story.
His roommate, Deric (same name as my bro) is a 26 or 27 year-old lost-with-life bum, for lack of better words. Mitchell knew him from working at MLB team years ago, and they were pretty good friends. In August when Aaron moved out to join the marines, Deric needed a place to live so he moved in with Mitchell. It’s a long story for another day why I didn’t just move in with Mitchell.
So literally, I have not seen Deric attend work since beginning of December. Even BEFORE that. Around Thanksgiving, I remember talking to him about his job–he is, was(?) a liquor rep for a company in Big City. He’d re-stock beer at stores and gas stations and things like that. And he told me that December is one of their BUSIEST months which actually surprised me…but whatever. He said they weren’t allowed to take vacation time during the month of December; that it was blocked by their employer as part of their contracts. Also in their contracts are "no compete clauses"; meaning they can’t jump ship to another liquor company and become a sales rep there, and steal all the clients. Not to mention, around the end of November, his car dies. Which is about 90% of his job; driving to stores and locations to check beer supply. So that raised a huge red flag.
So anyway…starting in December, he doesn’t go to work… like ever. And then he says that he’s taking all his vacation time…
I was like, wait. So… I thought with your "contract" you couldn’t take vacay time in December? Cuz it’s busy season for you guys? Well whatever. He told some story about how it was possible.. but one week goes by. Then two. Then three. Then, it’s the middle of January. Hasn’t gone to work yet, still claiming that he had all of this "saved vacation time" that he’s MYSTERIOUSLY taking the one month he’s not supposed to.
And so one day, my boyfriend is getting kinda suspicious ya know? Cuz Mitchell is very responsible and their Landlord is kind of a stickler for things, and he’s worried that rent won’t get paid cuz Deric hasn’t been working…for two months, cuz at this point, it’s February. So Mitchell asks Deric one day, "so dude, are you like, working right now?"
Deric responds: "Actually no, they let me go beginning of December."
WHAT?! I told Mitchell that Deric is full of shit. If you got fired or hate your job or WHATEVER, don’t make up bullshit. Just be honest and real. Cuz he was running Mitchell and I through CIRCLES of all this paid time off bullshit, yada yada. Which obviously was a LIE! FOR TWO MONTHS he wasn’t working! And who the fuck KNOWS if he was getting vacay time. I call bullshit AGAIN!
Mitchell of course said, well no, I think I believe him, I mean he did have a bunch of vacay time when he started the job. Let me insert this: The company that Deric works for is a fluke company that people who just get out of jail work for. One of those sketchy sales positions. Seriously. They are a legitimate company that sells alcohol to businesses, but it’s sketch as shit. I remember when our rep would show up to the hotel, and I was like damn girl, do you know what a toothbrush is? He DEFINITELY didn’t have benefits and wasn’t getting paid much.
So of course, more bullshit from Deric. "Well my boss let me out of my no-compete clause, so I can work for another liquor company." And POOF! Magically, he’s working for a competing liquor company which is even SKETCHIER than the company he worked for before. I mean seriously, SKETCH. So we THINK he started that job in about beginning of February. Still, I think he’s full of fucking shit but whatever. In the meantime, Mitchell keeps asking him if he’s going to get a car. Not that Mitchell really cares, because he has a full time job and is rarely home, but it is getting a bit annoying that Deric is ALWAYS around and has no life really. Deric tells Mitchell that the new liquor company might give him a car so he’s going to wait. LOL. For real N? NO FUCKING WAY. There is NO fucking way this company gives out cars. I’VE WORKED IN THE BIG CITY FOOD AN D BEVERAGE INDUSTRY FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS.
I tell Mitchell… baby. You’ve gotta be kidding. BUT THEN, this happens…
HIS MARCH RENT CHECK BOUNCES!
Of course, more fucking excuses. OH I wrote the wrong check for the wrong bank. And of course my sickly sweet boyfriend still SEMI believes him but at this point he’s kind of at his wits end. The landlord wrote BOTH of them an email about it, pretty fucking pissed off. I mean this was like, March 14th. Not that long ago…and of course, TWO WEEKS after rent was due/paid. Their landlord kept trying to get ahold of Deric, but finally had to resort to emailing Mitchell because Mitchell will FOR SURE take care of it. Mitchell got a text that day at work from Deric saying "Hey man, got everything figured out with the landlord, so no worries about rent." That’s when Mitchell saw the email. And I think finally he realized Deric, full of shit.
So anyway. Deric has NOT gone to a job. Apparently he’s done "cold calls" from his room a few times? To potential clients? I don’t believe it.
Just comes to terms with your life. Pack your shit and GO HOME. If you’re jobless, carless, ALMOST homeless if you keep writing bounced checks, stop lying to everyone and just come to terms with it. I was at that point four years ago, and I wasn’t bullshitting anyone. Times were tough but I made it out SUCCESSFUL. It just pisses me off when people think I’m stupid enough to believe their circling stories and lies. I mean, I’ve told every lie in the book and up until about four years ago was a relentless bullshitter.
You know what they say: "YOU CAN’T BULLSHIT A BULLSHITTER!" So nice try Deric. I see right through you. Difference is, when I was going through these hard times I was 22. You my friend are vastly approaching 30.
Mitchell thinks his parents are still helping him pay rent. Probably.
Sorry, didn’t mean to go on a tangent about that. I just wish Deric would write another bounced check and move the fuck out. Ugh.
My lie-telling and bullshitting days are long behind me; accompanied by tanning beds and boxed hair highlight kits. So don’t do it to me.
Switching subjects: Will you guys all pray for me that I survive today?
Thankksssss…
Lol. Much love everyone,
-Elle.