Okay, monthly update.
Now, from, "Get the hell out of our house," my parents have reached the other side of the pendulum to, "Stay home and go to school." I wish they'd make up their minds. It's incredibly irritating— one minute, I'm looking up places to live, the next, I do nothing but look up classes at MC that I could take in the morning before work. I think there's a way to do both, but they don't agree. But I strongly feel I need to get my own place with Mathew because winter is on its way. I figure that if I rent a room from somebody— the rent being around $400/month— then it is incredibly possible. In Consumer Math class, they teach you to get a place in which rent is one-third your monthly income. I make about $1200 a month. I also have to worry about living expenses, cell phone bills, and paying back my debts. Mom and I worked out that she gets $50/month to start paying her back that $1100 that we owe her. That'll only be going on for a little less than 2 years. I also owe John something less than $155. So I have to work out a deal with him somehow to pay him back-- he says I can give it back whenever I can afford to. So, $400 for rent, $50 to my mother, and eventually that $155 to John... that only leaves about $500 for living expenses. I should find a room that the rent includes utilities because I wouldn't be able to afford it otherwise. The search begins tonight. So, that's what's happening on the home front.
On the social and romantic front, everything is pretty much normal. John's parents have been in Rehobeth Beach for the past two weeks, so Matt and I (Sometimes Danny... well, once it was Danny, but I wasn't there) have been staying here and spending some quality time with each other. It's so nice to be able to wake up next to him— for him to be the first person I see when I wake up and the last one I see before I go to sleep. That's why I'm busting my ass at DoubleTree— working 40 hours per week and coming home not knowing whether I'm at home or work— it's all because I want that
every day. But the only thing missing is that it's not
my bed at
my place. I miss the privacy that we only get once John goes to bed or work. Don't get me wrong, I like hanging out with John and all, but couples need alone time— it's healthy for them. So that's my goal. I hate saying goodbye to him once I'm dropped off at home. I love saying goodnight to him as I fall asleep in his arms. To me, that's heaven. That's where I feel safe, comfortable, and... and... it just feels right. It's what I've been praying for for the last few years. Every night, I prayed for me to meet a soulmate that would stay with me throughout anything— no matter what. When Matt and I got together, I knew my prayers were answered. ^_^ I love him.
On the work front, I got suspended for three days. Apparently, I'm too slow and shy when it comes to customers, I received personal calls, my uniform wasn't up to par, but most of all— I made a "false" sexual harrassment claim. Here's what happened:
At 9:00 pm (or thereabouts) I received a call and I answered with my normal greeting (which includes introducing myself) and a man responded, "Hello, Abagail, guess who this is.
"Um, I don't know, sir." -Me
"Okay, I'll give you a hint, and as quietly as I tell you, I want to to guess just in that tone."
"Okay..."
whispered "Managerial."
By now, I had seen the assistant GM leave about 5 minutes ago, the morning supervisor was a woman and the Front Desk manager was standing in plain sight. Who was left but the GM, "Rick?"
"Hey, you're right!" he exclaimed, "Now that you know who this is," he continued, "I want to let you know that I have a very exciting job opportunity for you. When will you be free to chat? Is there a private phone I can reach you on?"
Here is my mistake #1. I, first of all, didn't want to be rude because I was assuming that this was the General Manager of the hotel; second of all, because of that same reason, I assumed the number was already on file with the hotel. I gave him my cell phone number and he told me he would call back at 9:30. I also told him that I didn't get off until 11:00 and he told me to try my best to be alone at 9:30.
He calls back at 9:17 and tells me to think of a friend whose attitude was N-F-P. (No Fucking Problem. This, including the calls to my dentist because my tooth broke, is my third personal call that day. He calls back at 9:30, as promised.
"Listen, I have this friend who was in a car accident a few weeks back. Now he's home-bound and looking for a 'phone buddy,'" he explains.
"Oh?" I ask. "And what does being a 'phone buddy' entail?"
"Anything and everything."
I lift an eyebrow and start feeling rather uncomfortable by now when my manager walks in and tells me to get off the phone-- he's rather upset.
"Listen," I say to the guy on the phone, "My boss is getting upset, I have to go."
"Okay," he replies, "I'll call you at 11:00." The conversation ended there.
He tells me he needs to talk to me and I tell him that I need to talk to him too. So I tell him all about this and he tells me that this is very uncharacteristic of Rick. I told him that the guy was calling me back at 11:00 and that he could eavesdrop through the speaker phone feature on my phone. So the guy calls back at 11:00, like he said he would and I pick up the phone. I'm talking to the guy who actually offers to "coach" me in the subject. While I'm talking to this guy, Tim, my manager is walking back and forth from his office to where I was standing. I hang up with "Rick" and Tim then told me that I should follow company policy and write a statement.
So I write the statement and come out of the room that I was writing it in and hand it to Tim, who said, "While you were on the phone with this guy, we had Rick on the phone in the office. This is a very serious matter and considering everything else, I have no choice but to suspend you for three days." It was total bullshit.
Eventually, I went to the cops about this guy and the calls stopped. So, at least there's that... catch ya around the bend, people...
