Vindicated

June 15, 2006 krissything 

Dianne has just called me and informed me she resigned today. I could not believe I’d hear it too soon—just 22 days after I submitted my own resignation letter. The poor girl has just had it already. Frankly, I found her the most hardworking of the lot back at IPS (a hotel in, clamoring for sales but so completely problematic internally). I never expected she’d snap this soon although I was already wondering weeks ago how she was going to manage the job that she already had, which should really be done by three people, including the job that I left behind. In all, she performs the duties of a Banquet Coordinator, Banquet Sales Executive if there is such a thing as she also goes on sales calls to restaurants to promote the hotel, and Sales Executive for corporate accounts. And all these she handles while being on call in case somebody was inquiring for a wedding back at the hotel. MG. I know I can’t really complain about what I had to suffer because I am fully aware that she has been suffering far more than I did back when I was still an employee of that highly disorganized hotel but I will, only I saved my litanies for later. Disorganized of course is an absolute understatement for that hotel. It is a total ruckus which does not deserve good people. Now I completely feel that my decision, or should I say my parents’ decision is absolutely correct. I feel so validated because now I know that no hardworking person could ever stand the amount of work they want us to perform basically because the duties thrown at us are intended for at least two persons. I do not complain about the Head of the Department because she herself knows that we are understaffed but the owners do not want to add more personnel because of the cost so she has no choice but to squeeze out every ounce of energy and creativity from each and every one of the people in the department—which has turned her into a slave driver, which she openly admits. Everybody is getting sick physically and emotionally as a result. And somebody, if not everybody gets reprimanded for every little mistake as if we were kids every freaking day which takes about two hours. I am just so unfortunate that I accepted a job from that terrible organization. I could have made better use of the four months I spent as a slave. Of course it’s another story for my direct supervisor who does not even know how to spell correctly let alone understand complex sentences, a completely dull conversationalist in front of highly intellectual people which is just embarrassing. And she is also unfair. She can defy all the rules the company has and get away with it because she always has her ass covered by the Director. She can make only 2 sales call out of the required 12 and brag about it because of the hypothetical amount of information she gathered from “large companies”. She can leave the office without an itinerary while we all have to produce 60 companies per week. Of course I didn’t follow every single rule they had because that wouldn’t really be me would it? I didn’t go to all 12 companies, heck let alone follow my itinerary for the day. That’s for dimwits. When you are in sales, it does not matter how many sales call you make as long as you bring in the money. That is the only determining factor for one’s efficiency. I have friends in five-star hotels who tell me their co-workers make about 2 sales call in a week but have always reached their quotas. The mark of a hotel sales person is a big bag, mine I stuff with all our pathetic collaterals, while Rose’s co-workers’ are filled with stuff from shopping the entire day. There were days I spent catching some zzz’s, others I spent with Jeff, just eating out, watching movies. But those days are by far outnumbered by the days I spent walking the streets of Quezon City in three-inch heels under the sweltering heat of the sun, wearing hideously full make up in my itching face looking for business. And the nights I spent making those ugly fact sheet and brochures! They drove me nuts because the Director had a different idea from that of the GM’s and they constantly had it changed as if pictures from the archives were nearly enough. I hope they find something wrong with them and never get to print them out. Let’s see who they can bully to edit those jpeg files that I made. Not one person in the hotel nearly has an idea of how to edit pictures using Photoshop. I don’t claim to know much about that software but the little I know is a lot to all of them which is outrageous. The bosses boast of the staff that graduating from computer-related courses yet you’d be surprised to know that the un-techie me knows more about practical use of computers than they do! Pa-the-tic. Absolutely pathetic. And to think I’ve complained about myself being a computer dimwit repeatedly. Ugh!!! How could I have been so unfortunate to fall in that hotel! I know all organizations have their flaws but that hotel is a total flaw, a complete mistake! Well, at least now I don’t feel like such a weakling because I gave up that job (upon the urging of my parents). I think I’m ready to take on a new job when I get back to because I now know I wasn’t wrong. Dianne was the only colleague I respected because of her intelligence and hard work. Now my anxiety can be put to rest. Thank God. All the rest who’ve been left at that hotel, well they can all rot there.