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Jun. 5th, 2008 10:31 amI'm training a new temp today, which is good, because I'm totally calling in sick tomorrow.
As part of her training I ditched the desk for fifteen minutes and went to meet with the supremely hot building concierge, who wanted to tell me all about their new services and give me a chocolate bar with their web address printed on the wrapper. When I came back, New Temp gave me a terrified look.
"Two people called! One of them wanted to talk to someone but I couldn't find them so I sent them to someone else's voicemail and then they called back and finally left a message with the right person and also someone else wanted to reserve a conference room but I didn't know how to do that so I just took a message," she said.
"Uh, okay, I'll take care of it," I replied. She beamed at me.
"Your job is very exciting!" she declared.
Of the many things my job is -- satisfying, low-key, slightly overpaid -- I have never considered exciting to be one of them.
Also, Mum just sent a mass-email about departing for the airport to me, Dad-Lucky, Emmy, and Bernard and his wife.
Gee, thanks for giving my estranged brother and his creepy idiot wife my professional work email address, Mum.
As part of her training I ditched the desk for fifteen minutes and went to meet with the supremely hot building concierge, who wanted to tell me all about their new services and give me a chocolate bar with their web address printed on the wrapper. When I came back, New Temp gave me a terrified look.
"Two people called! One of them wanted to talk to someone but I couldn't find them so I sent them to someone else's voicemail and then they called back and finally left a message with the right person and also someone else wanted to reserve a conference room but I didn't know how to do that so I just took a message," she said.
"Uh, okay, I'll take care of it," I replied. She beamed at me.
"Your job is very exciting!" she declared.
Of the many things my job is -- satisfying, low-key, slightly overpaid -- I have never considered exciting to be one of them.
Also, Mum just sent a mass-email about departing for the airport to me, Dad-Lucky, Emmy, and Bernard and his wife.
Gee, thanks for giving my estranged brother and his creepy idiot wife my professional work email address, Mum.
