Do you know how painful it is it to go to work day after day for an entire week, fully expecting to be fired each of those days? I mean, there’s always that thought in the back of your mind if you do something inappropriate with someone inappropriate in hotel public space, but this was different. Last week I KNEW there was something up at work and I KNEW it wasn’t going to end well for me, but I just wanted it to happen and be done. On Friday, it happened. You know it can’t be a good thing when the HR Director asks you to “swing by” her office on the way out on a Friday afternoon. And you know what? It wasn’t.

I was told my position was eliminated and I was offered a new position, which is really doing what I did six months ago, but with manager as a title and a person to manage. Oh, and there was a pay cut. A $7,000 pay cut. I’m not super impressed with my hotel right now, but I bet I’m more impressed than the admin they searched for four months, who was fired on Friday without even making it three months at the place. She was a friend of the HR Director and quit the job she was at for SIX YEARS to join our crew. Blech.

So, the possibilities of my transfer are pretty much in the toilet and I have no choice but to accept this shitty position (after I try to get better pay, of course) and find employment elsewhere. Well, fuck. The old GM, who is the cause of all our present turmoil, is taking part in the opening of a new hotel downtown, less than three blocks from where I am now. I’m trying to decide if it would be unwise of me to call him about possibly working there.

All this could have been avoided if I weren’t so damn good at drinking beer. DAMN IT!

There’s been some exciting times ‘round these parts. Let’s see if I can remember everything,

First and foremost, I knew all the answers to entire category in Jeopardy! yesterday. Okay, whatever, it was the Ice Cream category and I’m sure that says nothing about my health and/or physique, but I have never answered all the questions to a category correctly before the contestants ruin my enjoyment by answering themselves. This was a high point in my life and I have a bad feeling everything from now on will pale in comparison.

EXCEPT…

We just booked a trip to San Francisco! Yes, that’s right, I will ring in my 25th birthday in sunny (we hope) California. It will be me and Nij and (drum roll) Tuna! Xtina might join us as well. To say I’m excited would be an understatement, but it’s still two and a half months away, which might be more than I can handle. We have a tendency to decide we want to go on a trip and book tickets within a couple of hours of that decision and it’s usually shorter term than this. It took us almost a day this time. Anyway, happy birthday to me, and I have the coolest sister ever.

If that weren’t enough, I get another Neejer/Tuna weekend next month in Duluth AND it sounds like I will be going to Duluth this weekend with Darren. Apparently Pioneeroes has some pretty sweet eviction specials going on. If that’s not a reason to go to Duluth, then I don’t know what is.

And, to top it off, I might be taking a job at a different hotel. The job would be a demotion back to coordinator basically, which has me feeling a little iffy about it, but it’s with all my old kick-ass coworker whom I love. I wouldn’t be surprised if I don’t end up going, but the option is out there. Our interim DOS for the week laid into me yesterday about expressing an interest to transfer. One day here and this lady thinks she can tell us what to do. Anyway, now I’m considering staying. Bitch.