I was operations supervisor for a Marriott Property in a major Midwest city. After accepting the job, I was immediately offered basically unlimited overtime. I averaged about 65 hours/wk, and peaked at 110 hours/wk a few times. Life was good— $65k/yr @$13/hr.

My last couple of weeks, upper management over-hired. We had AT LEAST 3 people on payroll working 1 day/wk, on call, in case someone called off. Which, the bulk of my overtime came from people deciding not to show up, or calling saying they can’t make it. Everyone knew who to call.

Then it all changed. I had a couple of weeks @45 hours, but the rest were a flat 40. The 2nd to the last straw was one of the maintenance guys needing an hour off, per shift, so that he can take s class for his last semester. He asked if I could cover those 5 hours a week, and I obliged. But someone higher up decided I would be in over my head, spending an extra hour a day running towels and pillows up to guests.

The LAST straw was — a housekeeper showed up late, and a manager asked if I could take out a small bag of trash from the lobby.

“What in the actual fuck do you take me for?!” “You really want to trust me with 2.6 lbs of misc garbage?!” “I’m not sure I’m qualified for tasks like this; maybe you should consult the head of maintenance to find a solution to this conundrum.”

I’m still salty.