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!