The Future
Jun. 15th, 2005 04:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perzephone
Lately I've been complaining, when people ask me what I think is going to happen, that I cannot see the future. It's true - I'm pretty much in the dark about the whole MGM takeover. I don't know what's going to happen w/my job, the whole night audit department, the computer system. Chances are that it will be minor changes to frustrate & annoy those of us who are not Excel wizards. There's an equal chance they will dissolve the 'hotel night audit' position due to a completely new & different computer system, & offer me my old seniority as 'front desk clerk' position. Which I will accept because even though it will kill my knees, fuck, we need the money. And there is a possibility that they will offer me & Alea steady extra front desk clerk positions because we've both been hotel night auditors longer than 1 year... in which case I won't be waiting for the other 17 steady extras ahead of us to get full-time positions, I will start looking for another job somewhere, doing anything... and there is the possibility that they will just fire us. That all being said...
Rob quit his fucking job. Again. If he ever wants us to move to Washington, he is going to have to work. Which he refuses to do the minute it gets hot. I've offered alternatives to his usual sitting-out-in-a-car-sweating-to-death security positions, but he doesn't want to do any of them.
I may not be able to 'see' the future, but I've at least been trying to plan ahead for eventualities. Apparently, Rob can do neither. He wants to do all these things that involve money, but he doesn't seem to grasp the concept of 'it takes two'.
At least this Summer, thanks to a dwindling savings account, we may actually break even instead of sinking like we've done every Summer previous to this.
Rob quit his fucking job. Again. If he ever wants us to move to Washington, he is going to have to work. Which he refuses to do the minute it gets hot. I've offered alternatives to his usual sitting-out-in-a-car-sweating-to-death security positions, but he doesn't want to do any of them.
I may not be able to 'see' the future, but I've at least been trying to plan ahead for eventualities. Apparently, Rob can do neither. He wants to do all these things that involve money, but he doesn't seem to grasp the concept of 'it takes two'.
At least this Summer, thanks to a dwindling savings account, we may actually break even instead of sinking like we've done every Summer previous to this.
