Here’s one that should be up your alley if your a X-Files fan or just generally paranoid about the shit the government pulls behind our back. As the owner of the site says “The Black Vault is not much of a web site, but an online research center for curious minds, students, and everyone alike.”

HELLO AGAIN. I HAVE NOT SEEN OR HEARD FROM YOU IN A FEW WEEKS BUT I DO KNOW YOU ARE STILL AROUND WITH THAT DEVIANT AND WONDERFUL MIND OF YOURS. JUST SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE TO POST AS I LET OFF SOME STEAM FROM MY PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT THAT I KNOW YOU HOLD AS DEAR TO YOUR HEART AS I DO MINE(NOT!) ANYWAYS AS YOU KNOW TURK I HAVE BEEN EMPLOYED AT THAT FIERY PIT THEY LIKE TO CALL A GREAT PLACE TO WORK FOR THE LAST SIX MONTHS. NOW UPON MY AGREEING TO GIVE UP MY NIGHT LIFE FOR FOUR DAYS A WEEK TO ENJOY A MEAGER PAY CHECK I WAS PROMISED A REVIEW AND A RAISE AFTER 3 MONTHS. STILL NADA. I PESTERED THE FERRY (YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN TURK) FOR MY REVIEW AFTER I HAD BEEN WORKING FOR TWO MONTHS BECAUSE AS YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TAKES FOR SOMETHING TO HAPPEN AROUND THERE UNLESS IT IS AN EMPLOYEE LEAVING AGAINST THERE WILL. I WASN’T EXPECTING IT ON TIME JUST WITHIN A MONTH OR SO. WELL HERE IT IS 3 MONTHS AFTER MY REVIEW WAS SUPPOSE TO BE GIVEN AND STILL NADA. I WAS WONDERING OH WISE AND WONDERFUL ONE (SORRY I HAD TO) WHETHER OR NOT YOU WOULD HAVE SOME ADVISE OR IF YOU COULD TELL ME IF I AM BABBLING A LOST CAUSE. DROP ME AN EMAIL AND LET ME KNOW. AND THANK YOU FOR PROVIDING A PLACE FOR US TO VENT! YOUR #1 FAN WITH UNDYING DEVOTION.

Ok, here is my response to Scorp’s question. You have to remember that I have been out of the loop as far as the hotel is concerned, so my comments may be of no use to anyone.

First, they always promised a raise in 90 days to all of the new people. You wouldn’t have taken the job if they told you ” well we can not promise you a raise. But if you wait long enough hell just might freeze over” (Once more let me state this applies to the front desk, I do not know the inner workings of the other departments). In all of my time this has always been the management’s unspoken official stance on the subject of raises. But, and you knew a but was coming didn’t you? There are a few tricks to get a raise out of these fascist money grubbing mongers.

The first thing you can try is this, ask nicely for your raise. You never know, check the news to see if hell did freeze over. You also have to remember that at the hotel the realm of reason and all things just do not exist. The hotel is in a reality all of its own. So thinking to yourself “I will not demand a raise. I should be given a raise because of my performance and that should be enough.” Ok you can try this too. Except you will never get a raise. Never.

The second way comes in multiple tactics. First you can go in to the FDM or GM’s office and scream. You have to raise a ruckus for this to work. I happen to know of quite a few people that received a raise this way. The other thing you have to keep in mind is the idea of tenure and seniority does not exist at the hotel. For example, Maggie received a raise putting her ahead of me in pay when I was clearly above her in seniority. Don’t get me wrong I happen to like Maggie, I’m just using her as an example. You know how she got her raise? She bitched up a storm. Ok the second part to the demanding a raise tactic is to not only bitch and moan about the raise to the powers to be and anyone else who will listen, is to actively seek employment elsewhere. For this to work you have to make sure you tell the people you know will tell your secret to others. When you tell people about you secret always use the line “don’t tell anyone else what I’m about to tell you” or something along that. I think I got a raise out of this, I can’t be certain. I was bullshitting everyone at the time that I was leaving for Menard$. When in truth I hadn’t even went for a interview.

So ends my guide to getting a raise at the hotel. I offer no guarantees if you do this that you will receive a raise. A lot of factors have changed. For one there is a new FDM, and he might be a nice guy you never know.

I have to get ready for work so I say goodnight.

Well it seems that the restaurant operates just like the front desk, because I had one restaurant employee who fired off this e-mail:

Turk,

I totally agree with you that it is a cold day in hell before you get a raise at the Hotel. People (Managers) are so God-damn greedy that they do what is in the best interest for themselves. The only one that matters to them is me, myself, and I. I am sure you found that out. Hell the department I work in gives reviews once every 395 days. One acquires about a twenty to thirty cent raise. That’s BullShit!

Ok, it’s been a while so I have some catching up to do. Our good friend Sergei has sent along a hilarious wav file that had me rolling on the ground in laughter. The wav is all about the word fuck. Before I get to the links to the wav, I would like to say I already think along these lines. On Sept 26 1998 I wrote a bit called “Proper Usage Of The Word Fuck“.

I broke the file down a tad because it originally weighed in at 1.14mb. I have broke it down into four chunks. I can’t tell you in words how much you will will like this. It’s something that has to be heard. So here it is:

Part 1 227KB

Part 2 238KB

Part 3 346KB

Part 4 350KB

My favorite line from it was this: “Dismissal: why don’t you go outside and play hide and go fuck yourself.” I really did laugh until it hurt.

Well I wasn’t going to write about the new job. I all most did yesterday. So I decided fuck it I can’t help I am the way I am. I like to think I’m just exercising my constitutional rights as a US citizen. I know to some of you that this may seem like a lame excuse? But hey it’s my site I will write what I like.

It’s just that last night at “work” I had a some what negative experience. I was plugging away on the some what boring task of putting all of these thingies into some whatcamacalits, thinking I was doing so at a good pace. Well the supervisor comes over and asked me how many I had put together. So I tell her that I had about 4o done, again thinking that I was doing good. So she figures out the rate I should be working at that I should have had 80 done. Well this crushes me. I like to think when I’m doing something that I doing it good.

You should have seen me. Here I am a grown man the age of 27 ready to cry because I’m doing a real horrible job at what I’m doing. I was thinking to myself “Fuck it. You’ll go back to the hotel and crawl on your hands and knees and beg for your job back. You can throw yourself at their feet and promise not to write bad things about them on the Internet ever again.” I even at that moment for the first time was thinking that this website of mine has really fucked up my life. Because of this site I can’t get a job in the hotel business. And without the hotel business I have nothing. Up until this night I honestly never felt that this website may have been a mistake. I wonder now.

I sit here typing this and I tell myself that the website didn’t cause my problems. That I have not done anything wrong by writing stuff here. Yet I still have a nagging doubt. My life is kind of in the shitter. I have drawn unemployment for as long as I really want to. I could probably get another month, it’s just that I don’t want to. Up until the hotel showing me the exit hatch I had always worked. This is my first time being fired and the first time I have had to collect unemployment. I have computer stuff I want to buy, that’s why unemployment can’t work. So therefore I need a job.

To wrap up, I guess what I’m saying is I really hate my fucking job. Don’t get me wrong. The people I work with are nice enough. Maybe a little bit on the weird side. But hey, so were the people at the hotel. I realize it’s only been a week, and that it will take a while to pick up everything. But fuck I feel that I could be doing something better than this. Doing this shit really makes me think about college. Well that’s all for now.

Well my time of employment has ended. Once again I’m without a job. I got the call about a hour ago, they called to tell me I wasn’t cutting it. In a way I’m happy, but on the other hand I’m a little disappointed. I wish management types would be able to tell someone face to face about these kind of things. Why is it they can’t tell you to your face? Do they think one will go postal? That your going to smack them one upside the head? I just don’t get it. If I was a management type I would give you the common god damn courtesy of telling your to your face that your being shown the hatch. But hey that’s just me.

If any of you management types would like to write in and explain this phenomenon of letting people go with a note or a phone call I will post it with out to much heckling of you. And I expect you people to write in, I know that there is a few management types that read the page every once in a while. So send your excuses to yourfired@hotelblues.com.