A wise co-worker at a hotel once told me this. I was remembering it today, just a day or so after I came in to close a lunch shift on my afternoon off and now found myself looking over my schedule for next week in which I no longer have my closing shifts on either Friday’s lunch or Saturday’s dinner. The latter is killer because that night’s the only reason I keep the job and now, presumably because my “add-on” numbers have been hurt by, well, the number of lunches I work where people don’t spend extra money, I basically have no reason to continue working at the restaurant.
I’ve been applying for other places (like, “real jobs”) for months now, although I haven’t been sending out too many resumes in recent weeks. The nose, however, will hit the grindstone once again this week, as I spent most of today’s lunch thinking of the many possible locations closer to home that might be just as beneficial to work at (like, not such “real jobs”).
The idea here, of course, is always the same: The restaurant has screwed me out of the same shift I’ve had for many months and now I’m already fantasizing about handing the boss a two-week notice with little explanation other than saying, “It doesn’t seem like you guys want to keep me around here, anyway.”
I know I’ve criticized others for taking that self-pity route too far in the past (all of those girls are still working with us, for the record), but my plan is not to leave just for the sake of leaving; my intention is to once again find a new job where I actually feel like I’m moving up a notch on the pay scale.
At the very least, somewhere that values the meaning of loyalty.
