Work was once again the bane of my existence today. I swear that place has it out for the people who work there. I arrived and was assigned 19 rooms right off the bat, which was crappy to begin with. Usually we only have 12 or 13 rooms but since everyone keeps quitting, well, more for us who stick around. Then I read that I had 11 due outs which made things a little more dreary. At first break I found out that the laundry lady called off again for the third time this week, which meant that we had to do laundry after we were done with our rooms. I was glad to hear that laundry lady was finally fired. Everyone worked their butts off until lunch and the hotel bought us pizza to thank us for the crap they have been putting us through....like food would really make doing everyone elses' work easier and enjoyable for us. After lunch, and for reasons still unknown to me, Linsday just up and quit. She said nothing to front desk or the other workers; just handed in her keys and paper and walked out. Well, she still had about 11 rooms of her own to do, which meant that we were now stuck with hers, and laundry, and our own 19 rooms. I wanted to cry so bad. That job is a joke and if I didn't need it during the school year to help me pay rent and bills, Lord knows I would quit there tomorrow. It's taking everything I have not to call off tomorrow, but I would feel bad leaving my rooms for others to do....I hate having a heart.
The thing that bothers me the most is that when I get home from a day like today I am in the worst mood. I am exhausted and don't feel like doing anything. I feel as if my social life suffers because that job pisses me off so badly.... but for some reason I just can't shake the feeling once I'm home. I know people say not the bring work home with you at the end of the day but I haven't found how to that quite yet. It's something I need to work on though......
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