Gotta Love It

So I am the only bartender at the hotel I work at. The Food and Beverage director, Joey, is also in the same position at the much fancier, much more complicated hotel downtown, so my hotel is generally an afterthought.

I had called him trying to find out when I could get a sub in so I could actually get a day or two off this week, but it took me forever to get a hold of him. I finally did tuesday, and he said, “Okay, take tomorrow off, I’ll send Leo (another bartender) up from [hotel downtown].”

So, as you might imagine, Leo never showed. Nobody (by which I mean Joey) ever told the manager of the hotel that a) I had the day off b) there was supposed to be a sub or c) if the sub couldn’t show, the bar was going to be closed. So the bar ended up closed yesterday.

Of course, when I come in today, the manager yells at me as if this is my fault. I was so pissed I forgot to point out to her that nobody ever called me to ask where I was, and nobody called Joey to find out what was going on.

This is not the first, second, or third time I’ve had to deal with getting yelled at for something that is not my fault (usually it’s Joey’s). I’m getting so fed up with this job. I really need to have a higher tolerance for managerial moronicity (if that’s a word), but for now, I just want to scream.

I’m working on an excuse to quit, though: I think they shorted me on my last check, so I’m writing down my hours, especially because I’d be due several hours of overtime this week, and if they try to short me on that, I’m so out of there.

Bah. Hopefully I’ll get my dream job and this annoyance can go away…

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