2.5 hours into rebuilding my website and all I have accomplished has been moving around a few borders and placing the layout exactly as I want it. I forgot how much work putting a website together was.
I have been working now at this job for 6 days only and have run into so many problems, they’re killin me. I have surprised myself though on how calm I have been through the whole thing though. Even one of my biggest critics, mother, thinks I have grown leaps and bounds.
Give you some background.
I started on the 19th of April, was supposed to go in on the 20th but got a call an hour before not to come in. I didn’t get a call til a week later and then was told to come in on the 29th.
On the 19th I came in and did all the general paperwork and such. When the question came up ‘do you have any questions for me’, i did. I asked her if my name tag could be changed to Titzer. Earlier she presented me with a name tag with Christopher on it. She chuckled a bit like a lil school girl and then I interrupted her. I said ’ Is my name already a joke in the office’ and she quickly responded ‘Yes’ and then realizing she was an HR rep she rebutted herself and said ‘No’ and ‘Let me check with someone to see if we can do that for you.’ We had been fairly friendly and joking during the entire paperwork process so I joked back ‘You done took my beard, please don’t take me name, too’ She walked off and returned about 15 minutes later informing me that they would change my name tag, no problem.
That was my first day.
After being asked not to come in the following day and not hearing anything from them I got a bit worried. I started to play phone tag with my supervisor. She kept apologizing for not finding me anytime on the schedule but she was looking for ways to fit me in. So, I gave her some space to figure it all out. A few days passed again and I decided to email her instead of calling her, it was a Thursday. I mentioned that I wasn;t sure if she found room for me but i did recall the HR rep told me that I needed to attend an orientation on Tuesday. She emailed me back and said Yes, go to that. Found it a bit funny that here I am planning my training program myself.
At orientation, technically my second day, the same HR rep that told me that I could go by my name Titzer called me Christopher during the entire meeting. I just shrugged it off.
The next time that I went to work was that following Friday, the 29th. Everything was going fine. Just before my supervisor left she spoke over the person training me in the lobby and said ‘Chrisopher, management doesn’t want you to answer the phone Titzer’ and literally turned her back and walked off. The woman training looked at me like What The Hell Just Happened. I sat there a bit longer then asked to excuse myself. I went on the hunt for the General Manager to see what exactly was up. Her door was closed so I made it a point to email her and asked for a time that we could meet and talk. I didn’t mention for the reasoning but surely she knew. She was ‘management’ after all. She ignored the email. Later I found her in the lobby and I approached her and it took her til I got right up in her face then she did that turn and look like ‘oh, I didn’t see you there’. I asked her if she received my email and she said yes. I told her that i understood that it was Friday but would love to speak with her once she had a moment. She acknowledged.
The following day, day three, halfway through my shift my Director asked me in front of the same person who training me the last time if I was going by Titzer. I replied that I was not.
After confronting my GM on Friday I allowed her all weekend and into the week to ‘find’ time for me. I gave her 5 days to figure out a time to meet and then emailed her again. This time with my work schedule to ‘better’ help her work around our schedules to make a time to meet. All during the time she clearly just would avoid me wherever she found me. I still kept my smile on.
So, clearly they’re still in high school and cannot handle my name - got it. I was willing to suck up my pride and allow them to rename me like some stray dog.
Well, last night before my director left he wanted to speak with me. He told me that they were going to move me from the front desk to work PBX (the hotel operator). I told him that this was fine, no problem. And it was..no problem. He then went on to tell me that with the position change that I would lose 1 dollar in pay. I kept my cool and kept listening. He told me that because the hotel was not aware that I was in school and that I have limited availability that the only open position they held was in PBX and that with that comes a 9 dollar an hour pay to start. I still maintained my cool. There was general chit chat in between but nothing major.
I emailed the GM, again. So far tally for being ignored from my email and interaction: 8 days.
It is a clear our lie what they’re trying to pull. In every interaction I clearly stated that I was in school and furthermore it is listed on my CV which all of them received and looked over during the interview process. This appears to me that they were rubbed wrong perhaps initially with my name and are uncomfortable on letting me go. So, they’re giving me a reason just to walk away.
I am going in tomorrow and I am going to sit outside the GM’s office until she makes time to speak with me.
Sorry if I am ranting here..just wanted to write down, for myself, what is going on currently in my work life.
We have some recently new tenants in the building. The couple moved down from NOVA a couple months back and are both in the army and stationed here at Ft. Stewart. When I first met them it was moving day and the wife was really excited to be in Savannah. As the time has gone on her face has slowly drained.
I often come home and dismount off of my bike only to find her on the porch, often times with neighbors and others just alone with the dog. Her face always lights up with joy. You know that look when you leave for work in the morning and return from a full day, come home and have your lil furry friend slobber and jump all over you? Her husband is always having ‘the guys’ over to watch various games on tv, i always hear them shouting at the tv. Poor woman moved here with no friends and she finds her weekends spent with strangers in her apartment eating chicken wings and her husband ignoring her. Welcome, The Army Wife. I mentioned this to my roommate who chats with her from time to time and she tells me that she doesn’t have any friends here and is pretty lonely. local gossip!
…two days ago Rhonda msg’d me on FB. Rhonda is someone who used to work with my mom at the clinic and I would see her at various functions while growing up in my teens. We didn’t have much interaction really until after I moved away. I was going skiing for the weekend and needed some equipment, she helped me out. That was pretty much the extent of our relationship. On May 29th it is going to be the one year anniversary of Tyler, her son, passing. He committed suicide. About 3 months ago she friend requested me on FB and I didn’t think much of it at the time and accepted her. As time went on she would chat me up on chat there and we would talk for a bit about various things. It just always felt a bit odd cause I felt like she was finding comfort in speaking with me to fill some void of Tyler missing in her life. We would both now be about the same age. I indulged and spoke with her no matter what the real reasons for her hitting me up might of be - maybe she was just passing the time like all of us.
Two days ago she opened a chat with ‘a friend of mine gave me an a 3 letter symbolism recently: fml u familiar w that one? it sucks.’ I replied asking her did she know what it meant. She is past 40 after all…and she replied ‘i do know: that’s how I feel. no bother tou though, sometimes i should just lie & say everything is ok n all is well. gonna let u go. Keep up the good work!’
She later went on to tell me that the one year anniversary was coming up. She was having a FML kind of day. It struck me odd, again, that she was confiding in me of all people. Then I realized that she just recently moved to Ohio with her husband and probably didn’t have many friends to speak with and there I was online. Someone she ‘knew’ that she could speak with.
I remember hearing on many occasions that in a city like New York with 8million plus people it is easy to feel all alone. You daily bump into people on the street, get felt up on the subway, and yelled at by the taxi driver and then return home. To an empty apartment. Only getting the comfort from the thoughts in your head and feeling alive hearing the neighbors have a fight through the paper thin walls. I think that it may be more common than some people may imagine. I think some of us just walk around hoping to ‘crash’ into someone or something just to feel alive..to feel, smell, touch, something that is not of their own or being.
I am going to send the book that I just recently finished “Peace From Broken Pieces” to Rhonda attached with a note of some of my thoughts and hopefully she will find some insight and comfort in her ongoing journey.