After three months of working at the Hilton, I've stumbled upon the first real problem with my job. I knew it would happen eventually. Unfortunately, I'm not sure its one that can be solved. My job is a status symbol. Here are my responsibilities: make reservations, give my opinion. Do you know who else can do that? Anyone who has a telephone and an opinion. You know which departments are the most visible and accessible? The front desk and the bellmen. Do you know who also have telephones and opinions? The front desk and the bellmen. What does that leave for me? Hours of available blogging time.
Not that I'm complaining about my extra available time. I'm essentially be paid to do nothing while the bellmen and front desk do my job. However, my time and my talent level is worth way more than small amount I get paid every hour to stand at a desk and surf the web. My educated opinions and outstanding customer service ability is what got me hired at this job. What encouraged me to take the job was not the hourly pay, but the use of my talents and extra perks that should come with my job. None of that is really happening currently, nor is there any real appropriate way of expecting management to solve the dilemma. The best solution that could happen is to have a sign that says "Concierge" directing traffic to my desk. I do not, however, expect this to happen in the near future.
The overlap of my private life and work life in regards to values is rather uncanny. The boy and I had a long serious conversation a few days about values and self worth that left me in tears and a wave of confusion. This conversation continued to my therapist's office the next day, concluding the following: self-value is a very confusing concept for me as I see something having value only when an outside source places a value on it, therefore, to the dismay of the boy and my therapist, leaving me lacking it. With their awareness and guidance, my self-revelations have rapidly spiraled upward into a fast track to self confidence. My whirlpool was unnoticed before; forcibly unrecognized feelings of being used and unappreciated by my family pushed along with a certain level of emotional abuse has been gradually drawing me into a logical justification of my own lack of self worth. The simple, yet extraordinarily kind act of making me aware of this has quickly placed a stop on that drain, allowing my waters to settle and find their place. I have 23 years of talent and positive characteristics that went ignored by many of the people closest to me, and were certainly ignored by me. Rather than trying to be someone everyone else wanted me to be, I've decided to act upon the traits I already possess to bring about a foundation of identity and self value. I am a kind, generous, and empathetic person. I'm intelligent and worth having around, in spite of my three months of possibly proving otherwise. With that said, I've decided I'm going to start volunteering for causes and organizations I value, namely, Austin Pets Alive! and Town Lake Animal Shelter while independently studying subjects I'm highly interested in. In regards to my job, I think the boy and I have a nice talk coming up about ways to utilize our talents in a work environment in order to be more beneficial with our time and our relationship.
Not a bad amount of change and growth for a 48 hour period, eh?
Not that I'm complaining about my extra available time. I'm essentially be paid to do nothing while the bellmen and front desk do my job. However, my time and my talent level is worth way more than small amount I get paid every hour to stand at a desk and surf the web. My educated opinions and outstanding customer service ability is what got me hired at this job. What encouraged me to take the job was not the hourly pay, but the use of my talents and extra perks that should come with my job. None of that is really happening currently, nor is there any real appropriate way of expecting management to solve the dilemma. The best solution that could happen is to have a sign that says "Concierge" directing traffic to my desk. I do not, however, expect this to happen in the near future.
The overlap of my private life and work life in regards to values is rather uncanny. The boy and I had a long serious conversation a few days about values and self worth that left me in tears and a wave of confusion. This conversation continued to my therapist's office the next day, concluding the following: self-value is a very confusing concept for me as I see something having value only when an outside source places a value on it, therefore, to the dismay of the boy and my therapist, leaving me lacking it. With their awareness and guidance, my self-revelations have rapidly spiraled upward into a fast track to self confidence. My whirlpool was unnoticed before; forcibly unrecognized feelings of being used and unappreciated by my family pushed along with a certain level of emotional abuse has been gradually drawing me into a logical justification of my own lack of self worth. The simple, yet extraordinarily kind act of making me aware of this has quickly placed a stop on that drain, allowing my waters to settle and find their place. I have 23 years of talent and positive characteristics that went ignored by many of the people closest to me, and were certainly ignored by me. Rather than trying to be someone everyone else wanted me to be, I've decided to act upon the traits I already possess to bring about a foundation of identity and self value. I am a kind, generous, and empathetic person. I'm intelligent and worth having around, in spite of my three months of possibly proving otherwise. With that said, I've decided I'm going to start volunteering for causes and organizations I value, namely, Austin Pets Alive! and Town Lake Animal Shelter while independently studying subjects I'm highly interested in. In regards to my job, I think the boy and I have a nice talk coming up about ways to utilize our talents in a work environment in order to be more beneficial with our time and our relationship.
Not a bad amount of change and growth for a 48 hour period, eh?
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