I know I haven't written a blog in quite a while. Life has been busy especially when you worked 6 days a week for a place who doesn't care what happens to you.. For them your just a employee, a slave that must do everything they say and if you stick up for yourself... You end up being nothing to them. That is how I see it. That is how its been for months. Its part of being a housekeeper right? NO!
I dealt with far more at my workplace than people realize. Members... Yeah some characters let me tell ya. My bosses... Lets just say they are angry with me but yet.. Won't tell me why. I have asked. Apologized if I had done something wrong. Yet I'm told I haven't. But they have no problem taking hours from me and giving them to the new housekeepers. I have been working for this place for two years. Two years of 6 days a week bath house duty. I gave up my kids doctors appointments, my daughters band concerts, appointments for my special needs son and my whole summers because they needed me. I worked the whole summer without asking for ONE day off and guess what. I get yelled at, treated like garbage. How dare I ask for Monday nights off for my SPECIAL NEEDS son behavior therapy appointments but yet the new housekeepers can ask for any days off with no strife. I have kept quiet. I bit my tongue and I watched them take hours from me because I asked for Mondays off. I get a threatening phone call yesterday from the same person who said their gonna take more hours from me and give them to the other housekeepers. What kind of person does that? How low of a person can you be to do that to someone who needs the money for her sons diapers. That's the only reason I work to provide for my son because we don't get help from the state. She knows my situation but yet doesn't care and threatens to take more from me. I work for people who don't know what compassion is.
Guess how many hours I have worked since last week? Less than 20. Not because of me but because they took them from me. They charged my pay check for two shirts I'll never see and every time I would ask for them I would get "I don't know where they are" or ask this person". It has been months since they were ordered. How disorganized can you be?
I get yelled at because I didn't work a wedding this past Sunday. Schedule clearly says 5pmBH/MB. Now when my other boss used to do the schedule that is what she would put to remind me I had to clean all FOUR bath houses. A FUNCTION was just the TIME. So say if I was scheduled for a function she would just put 5:00. And... A BOSS would tell their employees their working the function not leave them in the dark. So basically I got yelled at because she couldn't communicate with me and say "hey you gotta work the wedding on Sunday." I didn't get that. So I assumed I only had BH duty. Not my fault there was no communication. She has no problem yelling at me on the phone but can't tell me anything in person... Call your employees on the damn phone and tell them you did changes to the schedule and they need to work a function. Don't expect that they're supposed to know that. It doesn't work that way. So I get yelled at, Threatened and pretty much treated like I'm this terrible person who made one honest mistake by not staying for the wedding knowing there was one housekeeper there doing his job.
This just adds on to the list of negative crap thrown my way without thinking once that it might hurt my feelings. I have tried over and over again to communicate with them. Talk to them about what I have done not knowing what it is. Trying to fix it so the negativity will go away. I tried to no avail. I cared about them. When in return its clear they never cared about my feelings. Its amazing right. You give your all to a job for 2 years and in return you're shown disdain. I gave up a lot for this job. But now... I don't care anymore. Now I see I'm not wanted and that's fine. I met some great people there. Made some awesome friends. The only regret I have was showing my vulnerable side. But oh well... You live and you learn. Can't wait for Thursday!
Sure I won't have a job. Sure I will have to figure out how I'm going to get diapers for my son. But to save my dignity and sanity. To get back myself... Its time for me to walk away.
