I’ve been studying geology for 3 years now, but I am finding that there just aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I want. Relaxation is nice. Spending time with family is great. But wiling away the hours at work. Truly, the greatest thing ever. And where’s the best place to work?
I wasn’t getting enough hours at my regular job busting concrete into tiny pieces and inhaling the resultant silica dust to justify my endless hours of playing Skyrim. So, swallowing my pride, shame and tucking my tail between my legs, I returned to the hotel after having said a resounding, “Fuck it!” in August of 2011. Do what you know, I guess. And I’ll be damned if I don’t know how to work the front desk of an elegant hotel.
But now I’m a nothing. A measly hourly associate. I wear a uniform. And I love it.
I get paid a little less, it is true (not that much lower when you break it down hour-by-hour), but the lack of responsibility is awesome. I sit in the back, do my homework, write my blog entries and generally chill out. Now when someone asks to speak the manager, I can’t feel but help a little pleased with my passing of the buck.
It is amusing to me that I spent several years of my life climbing the bottom three rungs of the immense corporate ladder only to be quit and seek a different career. It is equally amusing that I returned to the business I left only to find justification for my actions.
Being a hotel manager requires long and usual hours, no weekends to speak of and is generally a thankless job. I used to dream about becoming a General Manager of some fantastic property in Tokyo, Chicago, or Eugene, but I realized that my prospects didn’t really reach higher than Front Office Manager of the Courtyard by Marriott in Bumlick, Kentucky.
Having been divorced from the industry for a while, I come back with a feeling of renewal, but certainly not with the warm and confusing feeling that stirs in the loins as if meeting a former lover. My separation has matured me so that I look on my former life with both wry amusement and more than a tablespoon of shame.
But now I am back and in a capacity where I can watch and observe without being the punching bag for drunks and assholes, and keep my eyes on the horizon the whole time.