A guest lied and I got fired

[scruff]

This is not healthy and I realize that, so I guess what I'm curious about is this: When will my priorities readjust to the point that I'll feel mild distaste for the hotel and everyone who works there, rather than the constant hope that I'll turn on the news to hear that somebody bombed the place -- and that there were casualties?

When enough time has passed, when you've vented sufficiently to reduce the pressure, and when life generally improves. I promise. Vent away.

[Lovecats]

We stayed at a hotel on our way to FL last weekend. I found 2 earwigs in the bathroom. Did I put them in a cup to go throw at someone who had no control over them being there. NO! I just flushed them down the toilet. Oh, and about putting them in a cup - I'd be afraid of them crawling out on the way to the front desk. Those little buggers are sneaky that way.

[Bloodsoul]

World needs less smarmy and more shawarma.

[Antisocial_Worker]

Well, it's been three weeks and I find that my rage over the incident is burning as brightly as ever. I've applied for unemployment and told everybody I know who might have connections, but so far the only potential leads are in fields I'd really rather get away from -- such as hospitality. I'm trying to bump my hours at my other job up to fill the gap but so far there just aren't enough. I asked a friend who owns a cleaning business if he needs anyone, but no dice.

Meanwhile, I hate, hate, hate that horrible woman who fired me. Maybe it's because as I've gone through my social work education, the idea of injustice offends me on a visceral level, and what was done to me was unjust. Maybe it's because it seemed as though the firing was a personal judgment, and I was judged and found lacking. Maybe it's because I'm offended that I was fired because I no longer possess the capacity to care about the stupid and trivial little problems that define a Diamond Member's life and which have them howling and demanding the 100% Guarantee (no need for euphemisms anymore, eh?).

Show me a picture of a ten-year-old boy in his underwear, gagged and hogtied on a bed, waiting to be sexually exploited, and let me look into eyes that show he's already dead inside, and I care. I've seen that. Show me a moron who can't figure out how to work their curtains, who finds a hair on a towel, or who finds a spider in their bathroom and captures it in a cup so they can haul it down to the front desk to throw it at me -- I don't care anymore. And yet, I was judged and fired because my priorities are apparently askew.

The result of all of this? I feel a rage that trembles on the edge of wrath. I want that godforsaken pile of a building torn brick from brick and block from block. I want the plagues of Egypt to hit the managers. I want the wailing of orphans and the lamentations of womenfolk. I want that fat-assed bitch who fired me to end up paralyzed from the neck down.

I realize this is all way out of proportion to what was done to me, but nevertheless as time passes I'm finding that I'm not mellowing out in the slightest toward that crew of backstabbing idiots. I want them all to hurt exponentially worse than I am, and for their doom to come about however it needs.

This is not healthy and I realize that, so I guess what I'm curious about is this: When will my priorities readjust to the point that I'll feel mild distaste for the hotel and everyone who works there, rather than the constant hope that I'll turn on the news to hear that somebody bombed the place -- and that there were casualties?

Lastly, let me share something with you all. I especially hated one of the assistant managers because he's a smarmy fat fuck. I hear you ask what I mean by "smarmy."

This is what I mean. See that grinning shitstain in the logo? If that's not him, that's his twin. Now imagine that stupid grin and a shrug as your answer whenever you have a question, a concern, or need assistance of any kind. That, my friends, is smarmy.

[WishfulSpirit]

That really sucks. I'm glad you're out of there, as it didn't seem to be a place you liked, but no income bites hairy donkey balls.

Hubby and I have been there. Here's a few tips.

First, go talk to your area's legal aid department. You can contact them through your county or parish's department of human services. You need to find out if what your employer did was legal and what you can do to fight it if it wasn't.

File for unemployment ASAP.

Apply for food stamps (SNAP). You'll be given an appointment to review your file. At said appointment, if you have under a certain amount in your bank account, they give you a debit card with food money on it right away.

Look into food pantries in your area. Call Feeding America or Hunger Free America or go to their websites and they'll help you find food banks.

Consider doing some work from home stuff. Other people on here recommended usertesting.com, and if you can write (which we know you can) you can make money writing online articles for blogs. Interact Media by Zerys connects you with companies that need blog content. These can let you get some income coming in right away while you job hunt.

There are probably a lot of services in your area you don't know about. NeedHelpPayingBills.com has lists you can look at.

[minkysmom]

that therapist should have stopped seeing you immediately, it was a direct conflict of interest, and there is without a doubt that your name came up in conversation.

[cbinnc]

What part of NC do you work in? We're looking for desk staff.

[Sapphire Silk]

The therapist is the manager's wife. I see her Tuesday. This ought to be all kinds of fun.

That statement brought up red flags for me! Please make sure that your therapist HAS NOT violated HIPPA. I am saying that because you mentioned that your manager has wanted to fire you for some time and it makes me think that your therapist may have told her husband, your manager, about your therapy sessions. I think this because he does not seem to have just cause to fire you, just some off the cuff stuff. It surely makes one wonder what is said when they are at home and whether or not she violated client and doctor privileges.

Even if there is no HIPAA violation, it is unethical for her to see you. She has an inherent conflict of interest. She never should have seen you in the first place knowing her husband was your manager. She certainly should not continue to see you now. She should end the therapeutic relationship, but if she doesn't you should.

[jnd4rusty]

The therapist is the manager's wife. I see her Tuesday. This ought to be all kinds of fun.

That statement brought up red flags for me! Please make sure that your therapist HAS NOT violated HIPPA. I am saying that because you mentioned that your manager has wanted to fire you for some time and it makes me think that your therapist may have told her husband, your manager, about your therapy sessions. I think this because he does not seem to have just cause to fire you, just some off the cuff stuff. It surely makes one wonder what is said when they are at home and whether or not she violated client and doctor privileges.

[Ophbalance]

I was laid off briefly in 2009 in NC. All the unemployment applications were done online and fairly reasonable. Worst part was having to put in details for all my dependents (just a very drawn out process for each one). I agree though that making you wait for any income from the previous job be cleared first sucks.

[taxguykarl]

Am I the only one who thinks to firing decision was already made? The manager was grasping at whatever straw there was.

[HotelMinion]

If you all want to know the truth, the one and only thing I miss about the job is the routine it had established because I worked the same nights and hours as my partner.

That's it. I loathed every second I spent in that place. Quite simply, I am no longer a "hotel person." I can't take stupid complaints seriously, I can't take small issues seriously, and the parasitic and two-faced nature of hotels as an entity affected me at a visceral level. Hotels are smarmy smiles and false hospitality that only lasts as long as your money does. There's nothing genuine or authentic about them or their hospitality at all. I'm so far beyond being able to tolerate that it isn't funny. I could once, definitely, and did for more than five years. Had I been paid what I was worth then, I might still be doing it and might have truly evolved into a hotel person over all these years.

yes I know how u feel. I dislike this customer service job except for the money. To me, it's just a job that's pays enough so that I can live by myself. If it didn't I'd leave in a heartbeat and find something else to do. However, I'm ill suited for this job because I'm very introverted (due to childhood traumas) and dislike confrontations. My cw is very outgoing and this job is a thrill for her. Well, not a thrill per se, but more like she appreciates that fact this job is better than most jobs. I agree. I've worked in restaurant, in retail, in wholesale, and in HR before. Sometimes I feel like I may go insane from boredom here but it least I won't go crazy because some dumb customer. AND boredom. Good luck.

[Seanette]

Might be time to find a new therapist. Way awkward for you, and a conflict of interest for her.

[Antisocial_Worker]

If you all want to know the truth, the one and only thing I miss about the job is the routine it had established because I worked the same nights and hours as my partner.

That's it. I loathed every second I spent in that place. Quite simply, I am no longer a "hotel person." I can't take stupid complaints seriously, I can't take small issues seriously, and the parasitic and two-faced nature of hotels as an entity affected me at a visceral level. Hotels are smarmy smiles and false hospitality that only lasts as long as your money does. There's nothing genuine or authentic about them or their hospitality at all. I'm so far beyond being able to tolerate that it isn't funny. I could once, definitely, and did for more than five years. Had I been paid what I was worth then, I might still be doing it and might have truly evolved into a hotel person over all these years.

But because they didn't, I didn't, and here we are.

Now, there's something else that bears mentioning here. I did get warnings and writeups for the mistakes I've made over the past year. A bear for documentation is the Elongated Hexagon. However, I'm thinking that if I go in and file for unemployment, if I play the party line of mishandling breakfast items, they'll be less inclined to fight it. Unless they're just that petty.

And a new wrinkle. I see a therapist, mainly because I'm just a tad insane and I need helping getting my brain back inside my head sometimes.

The therapist is the manager's wife. I see her Tuesday. This ought to be all kinds of fun.

[Midnight]

Yeah, I'd definitely get the ball rolling on filing for unemployment. It definitely wasn't voluntary, and they're going to need to show a lot of paperwork for them to have a snowballs chance in hell to not have to pay it.

I got out of working hotel overnights in 2012 after a good seven years of doing it on and off, and frankly, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. It allowed me to concentrate on finding a new day job, helped somewhat revitalize a rather stagnant socialize, and actually allow myself to sleep at night like a normal human does and live a normal schedule like the rest of the world.

The immediate aftermath of termination always sucks, but it could be end up being a blessing in disguise. Just start hitting the pavement and look for a new job. Update your resume and see what's around your area and start filling out some apps.