Meetings for the sake of meetings

We had a mandatory meeting on Friday to have employee benefits explained. Materials were passed out and I didn't get an enrollment form. My supervisor informed not to worry about it, since I wasn't eligible for it anyway.

Oops, another lapse!

Sorry about that. Things have been hectic. I'll do my best to catch everybody up over the next couple of days. There is a TON of new material. Quick recap on what's going on right now:

• Shots were fired at a birthday party last night in the hotel.
• I got into it with one of the night auditors, the most miserable breed of human beings on earth (unrelated to the first incident).
• The supervisor of the drivers had to be called and awakened at 10:15AM to let him know he was late for his 10:00AM shift this morning (unrelated to anything other than standard procedure for this particular supervisor).

More to come...I promise!

Please don't feed the night auditor

Ms. Jabba the night auditor likes to nosh. This is an inventory of what she brought with her to eat during a recent 8 hour shift (I peeked in her bag when she left the office):

• Crackers
• 6 tacos from Taco Bell
• A whole cantaloupe
• A box of crackers (different ones)
• A ziploc bag of string cheese
• 2 bottles of water
• 2 Red Bulls
• Bag of pretzels
• Assorted individually wrapped pieces of candy

I've been to tailgate parties that didn't have that much food.

Ding-A-Ling

PERSON ON PHONE: Is this (same brand hotel, different location)?
ME: No sir, I'm sorry, it isn't.
PERSON ON PHONE: Do you have their number?
ME: Sure. It's XXX-XXXX
PERSON ON PHONE: No, that isn't it. That's the number information gave me and it's some auto dealer.
ME: I'm sorry, sir. That's the only number I have for them.
PERSON ON THE PHONE: Is there some way you can help me get the number?
ME: I can call information for you...
PERSON ON PHONE: I already tried that, five times. They have the same wrong number you do.
ME: I'm not sure what else I can do...
PERSON ON PHONE: Don't you have some kind of hotline?
ME: A hotel-to-hotel hotline?
(click)

I tried calling the number after he hung up and it was correct.

Party time!

This happened while I was away...

Once a month, we have a staff luncheon. It's always scheduled on a pay day so more people show up. We eat pizza, have birthday cake and listen to Fearless Leader give motivational sermons straight out of the Michael Scott bible. At our most recent one of these, Fearless was telling us how great things were and that we should expect an upturn in business soon, and that if we didn't, he'd fire the sales staff and bring in some people who could do a better job.
The sales people I was sitting with suddenly didn't look like they wanted to eat birthday cake any more.

Update on yesterday's madness

I asked my supervisor if she got in trouble for yesterday. She said, "No, why would I get in trouble?" I said, "um, the whole being-drunk-at-work thing maybe?" She said, "I knew I had screwed up so I tried to call in, expecting to be written up. But (her boss) told me not to worry about it and come on in."
Oh. Did not know that.
I'm guessing that decision was made because he didn't want to pay me overtime to come in and cover and he damn sure wasn't going to stay until 10PM to cover it himself.
So that's how that works.

A new low...or is it a high?

It's been a while since I posted. I'll catch up on the last three weeks soon but this has to be posted right now...

I'm off today. I got a call at 2:30 this afternoon from my supervisor asking me to come in and cover. Why? Because she is drunk. Wow. Okay. Not cool, but I can get some OT or at least a trade for a night off later this week. I get dressed and am in the car almost halfway there when I get another slurred, sloppy phone call. "Never mind, everything is fine". I head back home but it seems weird. I send a text message to the manager asking if I need to come in or not. At 3:31 he replies, "working on that now, will let you know in a few minutes". At 4:02, another text, this one saying "she wants to stay". Now either he doesn't know she's drunk because I wouldn't think he'd leave that up to her...or he doesn't care. Since it's painfully obvious to me after two short phone calls that she's wasted, I have to assume it's the latter.
All I can do is shake my head in utter disbelief...