cliff jumping

a few nights ago, I was standing at my locker, debating whether or not to say anything, and then I remembered a little saying that says something along the lines of  "the most important words something something make you feel like you are jumping off a cliff when they are said"

not verbatim but you get the point.

I probably saw it on pinterest, and freak, has that phrase sent me into hot water, too many times. but still, i keep waiting for the day that my cliff-jumping word vomit  propagates anomaly.  ((or, ashamedly so, my cliff-jumping text messages. I know, I know, I never learn..))

until that day, this crap happens:

so last week, I stopped by HR on jack's and my behalf, just to offer a suggestion.

it's a much slower time at the hotel, so staffing has been cut dramatically.  I am grateful that I was kept on full-time even though my desk is closed until June, so I hesitated to say anything at all.

but after recalling my bogus pinterest wisdom, I stepped in, and like my nervous, flushing red self, didn't manage to get a point across. except to give the impression that jack and I would like more recognition and more potty breaks. which was not my point, at all.

if I were better at speaking under pressure, I would have said that we are grateful for the hours, but feel we are picking up too much slack for being hourly employees.  when we get busy at the front desk and don't have an operator, a salaried manager should be picking up all the extra calls, overseeing the gift shop and taking orders for room service.  because neither Jack nor I have taken a potty or lunch break in 2 weeks, and being required to do more than your own job day after day creates a negative work environment and decreases team morale.

but I can't articulate under pressure.

so today, the GM, the lady from payroll and a bunch of other randoms came to shake mine and jack's hands, and rattle off some appreciative compliments about all we do, ending with an offer to watch the phones so I could use the restroom. so awkward. every time.

subtle, guys, subtle.

so, there's that. 

another life lesson learned. 

moral of the story: when you are aware of your terrible verbal skills, please don't submit formal complaints until you have composed a visually intriguing and informative powerpoint.  or just don't complain at all. especially to eternally unbiased and oblivious HR departments.

also, don't believe everything you see on pinterest.

duh.