I'm done.

You know, at every job that i've been at, i've always had a decent time until something triggers the inevitable moment where I realize that I'm done. This moment is one of severe frustration mixed with total indifference, then add a pinch of helplessness and anxiety and voila! I had that moment at work today. I was surprised that it actually took this long to happen. When I was working at Star Trek, that moment came about 8 months after I started working there. I've been at the Aladdin for just over a year. I'm going to explain the situation just because I have to vent.

So, this all started a couple weeks ago when I was interviewing for a new job within the department that I'm currently working in. It was higher pay, less "customer service" kind of job. I would have my own cubicle and would get to work with Excel and Word all day long. The perfect sort of job where I'd have something to do with my day. Anyhoo, I was having my second interview which I think I mentioned in a previos post and my boss was surprised and slightly appalled that I had never been to the Aladdin's Orientation.

*flashback to 1 year ago*
Not only did they forget about me at the job fair (they locked me in the Aladdin Theater for the Performing Arts) after getting me ready for the second interview for the Slot Promotions Representative, but They also forgot to schedule me for orientation. I mentioned it to my supervisor, and she said that she'd take care of it. When I wasn't ever told about it again, I didn't figure it was that big of a deal. I figured that HR would give me a call if Orientation was really a life or death situation.

*flashback to present*
So my interview with the Director is now focused on the fact that I never went to Orientation.

"Did you tell anyone?" He asked.
"Of course I did," I said, "I told [the supervisor] about it a week after my probationary period."
"And what did she say?" He asked.
"She said that 'she would take care of it'" I said.
"And did she?" He asked.
WELL OBVIOUSLY NOT YOU FUCKING MORON, OR ELSE WE WOULDN'T BE HAVING THIS FUCKING CONVERSATION.
"Um, no, I didn't go to orientation." I said, trying to leave the sarcasm out of my voice.
At this point, I started to feel the job slip from my grasp. I also started to feel the conversation start to go in circles.
"Did you know that as an Aladdin employee, it is required that you attend orientation?"
"Well, I just figured that if it were that big of a deal, and I missed it, that HR would contact me to make another appointment." I said.
"So how come you didn't come directly to me if [your supervisor] failed to do something about it?" He asked.
I really wanted to tell him that in my first month of being at a job, going over your supervisor's head was something that you just didn't do. I also wanted to tell him that I really wasn't being paid to be a supervisor watchdog either. So I said, "I really didn't think It was that big of a deal for the director of Marketing to become involved."
"Orientation is a very important part of being an employee here at the Aladdin." He said.
"Ok," I said, "So will you help me arrange another orientation?"
"FOR SURE." He said. Emphasis mine.
"You won't forget?" I asked.
"Oh no, we'll most definately get this taken care of right away." He promised.

That was three weeks ago, and yep, you guessed it. NO ORIENTATION. And I'm not going to look into it. I'm not going to fucking chase down the people of HR and demand that they let me into their next orientation session or else I'm not a whole person. I DON'T CARE.

So today, this new guy gets called down into the directors office and gets yelled at for not attending orientation. He wasn't made aware that his orientation was even scheduled, and when he came back upstairs, he looked at the calender and realized that the orientation was actually for next Thursday, not yesterday. SO he was yelled at for no reason. For something that's "So Important" but not necessarily important enough to "...get this taken care of right away." I know this seems really small, but then it snowballed. I started thinking about how bad sales have been lately, how bad morale among our crew is and how no one really cares what happens with our department. It just seemed like our Director was in a bad mood and wanted to personally intimidate someone who was new so that he could feel better about this whole Superbowl mess. Deflecting his anger. That's great. So it's a perpetual cycle where he gets mad that our sales aren't up, and yells at the leads and supervisors. They in turn get down our throats and we all hate them. Then we don't care about how business does, because all our Director cares about is the numbers. Then you start to feel like a cog in the big giant corporate machine and voila! Back to the beginging of this whole rant. You know what my lead said when I told her exacly what I was thinking and that we should all have a meeting with our Director? She said, "It's the same everywhere, so you'll just have to stop whining and just live with it." What a sad state. Do we really live in a country where if something is not right that we just bend over and take it up the ass? That's exactly what it looks like. So now, I walk into the Aladdin without care or motivation to do anything beyond what my job entails. If they want me to be "pretend lead" and close when one of their leads is sick or has time off, but not pay me extra? Sorry, no. Above and beyond the call of duty? Hell no. Fuck the Aladdin.

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