I had been mulling over the idea of finishing the training that I started at the Best Western for a few weeks now. When I was first hired by my boss, it had been his intention to have me work part-time at both properties and I trained at both. But one thing led to another and my talents were needed more at my current job; three and a half years later I am still here.
This morning out of the blue my boss asked me if I would be interested in working at the Best Western over the summer. My immediate answer was yes, though we have some details to arrange before I'm willing to start working.
The best news is that I get to complete my training in Visual Matrix and officially go through the Best Western certification program, which I imagine is going to look just dandy on my résumé. Speaking of which, I finally got around to making a new résumé yesterday at work and I have to admit that I am hella impressed with myself. My intent was to type as much as I could (which I thought would be about 1/3 of a page) and then start fluffing to fill the rest of the page, but halfway through page 2 I realized exactly how much I've accomplished.
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The lady who called me thick yesterday complimented me on my necklace... and my bosom. Who the fuck says "bosom"?
A "regular guest" (his words, not mine... I like to refer to him as "regular pain in my ass") wanted to leave a deposit of $10 to guarantee his room for another night. Really? Ten dollars? How fucking generous of you... GTFO.
An Asian man who I could barely understand wanted a discount. How much, you ask? Oh, just a measly 33%. He seemed to think he was doing me a favor by naming his own price and asking that his checkout time be 8:00pm. Sorry Crouching Tiger, I'm not William Shatner. Take your name-your-own-price bullshit elsewhere.
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