I’m really going to enjoy this next paycheck coming up on the 13th. I haven’t looked to see how many hours I’ve worked, exactly, but I know it’s roughly 10 more hours than usual. I’m hoping to attempt a few more hours before Sunday, which is the cut off date for hours on this paycheck. Maybe if I make enough money, I can pay off my credit card, pay the late trash bill, and still get that tattoo with Ana, my best friend in the whole wide world. I’d love to get everything settled but I’m not holding my breath until I see how many hours in total I’ve worked. What does that phrase even mean? “Don’t hold your breath.” Who even came up with that?

Anyway, I worked about 10 hours today, 6 being Breakfast Attendant and 4 being for Housekeeping. For breakfast, I tried to keep focused on making sure everything was stocked because, for the love of god, one of my coworkers had barely filled a thing. She’s been so spotty, lately. She barely cleans completely and the pans that you’re supposed to keep full or close to it, are usually empty when she works. Guests are gonna start complaining if she doesn’t pick up her slack. Bossman, a few coworkers, and I have had to get on to her about her laziness.

And lately, housekeeping has been having these massive amounts of rooms for very few housekeepers. Every time one is hired, it seems like 2 quit. I figured I’d kill 2 birds with one stone (now that phrase I can understand-ish) and get more hours while taking on some rooms. The housekeeping assistant manager, gave me 5 rooms from her long-ass stash on the MOP app. The MOP app is where everyone goes to know what rooms they are assigned, whether it’s just to refresh a guest that’s staying over, clean a checked out room, or do a full clean which is basically like a mix of the previous two and it’s meant for guest that have been there for more than 3 days and are still staying over. Well, towards the end of my 4th room, the housekeeping assistant manager came in to give me some towels and rags and we talked more on that previously mentioned coworker’s work ethic. She commented that she could tell when I wasn’t doing breakfast because of how dirty the kitchen would be. I admitted that I’d spent most of my free time trying to wipe everything down with my sanitizer rag because there was much residue from where she hadn’t been cleaning as she went. I tried telling the coworker that earlier because things are just easier if you clean as you go but I’m really doubting she will listen or “remember” and since she once asked me to mop the kitchen for her while I was doing a front desk shift I’m ready to assume she’s just lazy. I’d told her no and it reminded me that she once said she doesn’t like being told no, but oh well. I had my lobby to mop and she had her kitchen to mop. Anyways, during my last room I was leaning over the toilet to clean it and my phone decided it wanted to attempt to swim in germ infested waters. I panicked but remembered reading that I needed to take the battery out and anything else connected to it, dry them off and don’t immediately attempt to turn the device on. I didn’t have any rice, so I wrapped it in one of our rags from the hotel and finished up. I felt so panicky and when I finally made it home, I attempted to avoid turning my phone on but the anxiety of not knowing if I was going to have to buy another phone before the end of this phone’s first service plan was killing my stomach. After about an hour I cracked and made sure everything was dry before putting the battery back in. I didn’t even have to use the power button as the phone lit up and has, so far, been working fine. Granted, the speakers are quiet and both camera lenses have condensation in them, but that’s a small price to pay for a working phone.

Anyway, I need to head to bed. It’s getting late and I have to be up by 430 in the morning. Gross.

Published by iffybiffy

Hi! I started this blog to talk about exploring deeper into my mental health! I tend to understand things better as I write or type them down so there are time where things may not make sense to you but, fear not, it's just me understanding things. if you would like to get in contact with me, email me at iffybiffy100@gmail.com. See you online-

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