The father had to be listed in school paperwork due to being co-custodian. His having custody made her, in the eyes of the law, a different situation from “a single mother”, who would be one with no co-custodian (not merely one with marital status “single”, “separated” or “divorced”). If he’d been the one having custody, the school would have asked for her signature: the signatures of both custodians were required unless “special circumstances” had already been accepted - but those provisions had been put in place thinking of “parent travelling on business”, “parent away taking care of sick relative”… not “divorce”.
Are you in NC? I have a feeling that Dumbass and the general manager are going to have to have A Talk next week because her life is such a tragedy right now that it’s interfering with her doing her job (which she’s half-assed about on a good day.) Seriously, hon, if it’s that much of a burden on you, take some FMLA leave. It’s your mother who’s sick so you qualify for it and it would make the rest of our lives a lot easier.
Lacunae, would this chain that you started out at have a wood duck for a mascot? Because with minor differences, that sounds exactly like my job, only we have more ‘amateurs’ because we’re three miles from the entrance to Biltmore Estate (which should tell you exactly where I live) and we get all the idiots looking for the “castle.” :rolleyes:
Work is really pissing me off today.
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Don’t start off a business call with “Hi, this is X, how are you?” Who the fuck are you? We are not friends, don’t start off a call this way unless I know you personally. Tell me what you are calling about. That will expedite the handling of this call.
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This is mainly for men: Don’t sound like a creepy stalker on the phone. “Hi, this is Mr. Smoooooooooth calling in regards to sooooommmmeeethiiiiiingggg.” How is that professional? Just because I’m a female answering the phone does not mean you get to put your hitting on chicks voice on. I’ve destroyed better men than you for fun.
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If you’re coming to a place to fill out a job application, if there’s even an off chance that they’re hiring, please bring your own pen. And don’t just walk in and stand at the desk looking lost. We get a lot of crazy people that wander in off the bus stop and you run the risk of getting run out. The general manager loves to run crazy people out. It’s part of the reason why he was transferred here.
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Will you please have your information at hand when you’re on the phone making a reservation? Nothing is more fun for me than having to wait twenty minutes while you dig through your purse/wallet looking for your various cards that you should have had with you when you called. Your good looks will not hold a reservation. Invariably, the phone will start ringing with three other calls while Lord or Lady Unprepared searches their manor for their AAA card.
That’s all I’ve got right now. Lord, please grant me success on my job search.
Try to avoid anything that involves interacting with the public. 
No shit, Sherlock, really? If the state wasn’t so interested in butchering the education budget I’d be in the field I’m supposed to be in and am trained for. However, such is not the case and here we are.
Those who work the front desk, I salute you!
Had somebody show up last night while a coworker of mine was covering the front desk due to the regular person being out sick. Apparently the reservation was actually for next month. Oops.
Um. I confirm the month when I book. “Okay, so I have you coming in on March 20th and departing the morning of March 27…”
I say the month twice if not more often. And yes, I booked this one. Yet she got yelled at, because somebody else apparently can’t look at a freakin’ calendar. Jerk.
Gawd. Reason number 503,743 not to have kids. What a mess!
Dear Guest: If you’re gonna smuggle dogs into your non-pet room, please try next time without great Danes. And by the way, if you check in to a room immediately adjacent to the office, please don’t act all surprised and shit when the desk clerk notices your two great Danes.
Thanks,
Me
(And yes, I know you’re gonna try a chargeback on the fee for a pet not declared when you checked in. That’s why I printed up a nice little report with names, time stamps, and so forth when I spotted you leaving the room with your dogs. Honest to Dog, we charge $10 extra for a pet-friendly room: Why would you risk a fee of $50-$150 for a cleaning fee on your room instead of just saying “Why yes, I do have dogs. $60 instead of $50? Bargain!” Oh, and I have a rrrrealllly good witness for the hotel’s side of the story: I didn’t door-knock your room without at least some telephone backup. The nice police officer heard you admit that you had dogs in your room. His name is on the report that I prepared for submission when you try to tell Amex that we charged you unfairly…)
Also? I’m ready to strangle my relief auditor. I trained you, so I know that you are aware of your responsibilites, so I’m really, really, really tired of coming in after my nights off with nothing stocked in the breakfast room. If I can manage to take care of guests, man the phones, walk in new guests, take care of customer complaints, run all of my paperwork, and take care of a baby on my shifts? You sure as fuck ought to be able to restock spoons and coffee cups on your shifts.
And this applies to ALL job seekers, not just the ones wanting to get a job at a hotel. Seriously. If you want to fill out an application, bring a couple of ball point pens with blue, black, or blue-black ink. Don’t fill out the application in Poison Green or DayGlo Orange, even if that’s your way of being an individual. I say this as a person who customarily writes with a fountain pen with a purple ink cartridge. There is a time and a place when showing off your individual style is great, but that time and place is not on a job application. Well, maybe if you’re applying for a very artistic job. I’ve been the “gatekeeper” who takes admissions, and one of the things that managers have asked me is how the applicant looked, and whether that applicant brought his/her own pen. A person who looks neat and well groomed has an advantage. An applicant who is prepared to fill out an application is usually also more prepared to work if hired.
Argh!!! I just had the same exact ten minute conversation I had with a dottering old fool yesterday. And it’s the same dottering old fool. She had all types of suggestions for the (semi public) event we have coming up and how we should do this, and offer that, and launching into a long ass description of how we can make things easier for her if only we would just [fill in the blank with inane suggestions]. Lady, I just take the registrations, I don’t actually have any power to change anything about the event!!! I can offer information, but anything that requires making decisions is up to my director. And I remember giving her number to my director to discuss “those issues” yesterday. It’s actually quite surreal because she didn’t start off with “I can’t reach your director” or anything like that. She just spoke to me like we never had to conversation at all yesterday!!! I was reeeally tempted to say “We talked about this yesterday and my answer is still the same: you need to talk to the director because I’m just a lowly peon.” But alas, I didn’t… because that’s just not professional. It’s like I traveled back in time for ten minutes.
I just got emailed some docs from one of employees out in the field… to my work address… and my personal email? The hell? First, I don’t remember giving this gal my personal address although it’s possible, but really? Just thought I’d buckshot this and send it to every email address I have for you? It feels oddly… inappropriate… and… hysterical? I ain’t touchin’ this until Monday, and I kinda tend to do work stuff at work where I will be on Monday, so maybe you’re being a little overzealous, kiddo.
Nah, I change my mind. I bet my boss pressured her boss who pressured her and she’s just responding to everyone jumpin like Jesus. As if this is a mission critical piece of information. It absolutely positively can wait until Monday. Sheesh.
God I am so sick and I have been off two weeks for vacation. I will probably have to call in sick on Monday and it looks just terrible to book off sick after vacation, especially when I have been down on my staff for doing the exact same thing.
But I can’t go to work if I am still dripping toxic eye goo and have a fever and aches and chills and a cough that makes a death rattle sound healthy.
I know what you mean, Mona Lisa - I would feel a twinge calling in sick on Monday mornings sometimes, but they didn’t know I had spent the entire weekend feeling crappy, not out partying. Oh well - you know you’re sick enough to call off work.
While I sympathise, it might be a good idea to show your face, cough all over your boss and tell him that you can’t handle work, then go home.
A long time ago, I worked in a factory. I came down with a filthy cold one Sunday. I couldn’t walk around for 15 minutes without getting dizzy, and my job required walking. I went in anyway because they were ungenerous with their sick pay.
If my illness had waited seven days I would have been eligible for paid sick leave. However, I would still have staggered in on the first day, just so my supervisor could see for himself that I wasn’t pulling a fast one on the first day I was eligible to do so.
I’d been suffering from a sequence of illnesses. Strangely, they stopped dead. It was more than a year before I got another cold.
My wife and I both work for people who are highly suspicious of folks calling out sick, especially Mondays and Fridays. Doctor’s notes are irrelevant. We have both, at times, had to make a point of going in to demonstrate that we were in fact sick and not skiving off. It’s bullshit, but you’ve got to cover your ass.
I’m a nurse and my boss is a nurse. The policy is to call by 4 pm the day before. At 4 today I will decide. Basically if I still have a fever, I will call her, if I don’t I will go in for a half-day. I have worked there 6 months and gone home early once because I was sick, other than that I have perfect attendance.
I am waiting for these damn antibiotics to kick in. I started Friday so far the only thing they have done is given me plenty of opportunity to sit on a white throne in a very small room.
I can see both sides of that story; most people are conscientious workers and truly are sick on Monday or Friday if they call in, but then you’ve got the other 15% who ruin things for everyone. I call them the Ruiners.
AHHHHHH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!
Two teeth getting pulled tomorrow!
Thankew Jeebus!!!
Holy shit - I think I’m gonna post that I win the lottery next week while I’m on a roll! 
Wait .. do you mean your co-worker broke some of her teeth chewing on ice? If so, that’s some awesome schadenfreude right there.