Either way, thank you for all you've done. Merry Christmas to you and your families.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Merry Christmas
Just a quick note to say thank you to all my readers over this past year. Some have linked their blog to mine, some have left great comments, some have become one of my "assistant managers", some have become a fan of mine on Facebook and some have done nothing more than keep coming back to read the latest post.
Either way, thank you for all you've done. Merry Christmas to you and your families.
Either way, thank you for all you've done. Merry Christmas to you and your families.
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Thank you so much for keeping us entertained. I love visiting your blog [everyday!]
Hope you have a very Merry Christmas and your sales chick is fired in the new year - she is about useless. :) That is my Christmas wish for you.
PS - that wasn't very kind of me - My wish is that she receives an awesome job offer from a property far from yours and accepts with a wonderful canidate to take her place. I don't want her fired.
Happy holidays to you as well!
Wishing you and your family the very best during the holidays. I hope you get a few in a row off so you can relax and enjoy time with the family. Take care buddy!
For all of you poor buggers who had to work on Christmas Day I send my condolences.
I worked ten of them straight.
I know how it is.
In my forties now.
My parents are getting older and god knows how long the grandparents are gonna hang on.
I'm thankful for every Christmas I get to spend with them now.
When I was younger I didn't have that level of appreciation 'cause the world would always stay the same then.
Wouldn't it?
The world changes when you start your own family.
A switch moves and nothing matters but your wife and kids.
But at Christmas you see the family who made you.
You see them skidding slowly down that hill and you only want them to be happy.
Even if there ain't much you can do about it.
Aside from shovelling the driveway while you're in town.
I wake up every day with the aches and pains from the banquet business.
I'm not complaining.
Clicky wrist from bartending.
Clicky rotator cuff from carrying hundred pound tables down the hall.
Clicky ankles from sidestepping guests in a crowded room.
Clicky hips and clicky elbows and clicky knees.
That's just the way it is.
I always looked at banquets like leading the troops into battle and I was the first one out with a load perched on my shoulder.
My troops are all gone now.
Dispersed into different professions.
I don't know if anything I started there lives on.
Or if it lives in any of them.
I don't really care because I did what I did when I was there.
And what I mean by that is that I think that I did the best I could in a bad situation.
But I knew that banquets would consume me if I didn't get out.
I had a great staff.
And I would have continued having a great staff.
But a new gm always changes everything.
And the snipes in charge of the other departments will always seek to undermine a good thing.
A new gm wants you to work an extra twenty hours a week for free.
On top of the other twenty hours you already work for free.
Everyone I knew that had been in management for more than ten years had a firing story.
Theirs, that is.
And then they take a step back before climbing up the mountain again.
This time the writing was on the wall.
And I had a choice.
I could become a broken down lackey like the ones I learned from.
Or I could escape like my staff did to better lives through school.
If I had to leave and spend another two years learning the ins and outs of a new hotel I might as well go back to school.
That was the calculus of leaving.
And five years later on I don't have to worry about really speaking my mind.
I don't have to worry about losing my job for telling them the truth.
I don't have to lie by grunting affirmative in a department head meeting when I really want to scream at them.
I won.
They are still there and I am here.
If I had stayed there I never would have been able to take care of my family.
And now I can.
I don't make a lot of money, but I make enough that I don't have to worry about it.
So I can worry about the things that matter.
I never had that luxury in banquets.
My biggest struggle is combatting the urge to settle old scores.
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