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May. 19th, 2010 11:26 amI am genuinely afraid that this company could not keep running without me.
I love my job, but even if I didn't I might stay here out of an actual concern that leaving would put us back by years. That's not ego; it's not that I do a lot, just that I know a ton of crap that nobody else knows. I've tried to impart this wisdom to others, but nobody reads newsletters or advisories or listens to the office boy.
Just as an example, we have a new temp. As with most of our temps, she came in after the person she's filling in for had already left, so nobody trained her, and nobody supervising her knows how to train her. I've never called a courier in my life, and yet it fell to me to teach her how to call the courier, because I once grabbed that knowledge, tucked it up in the Big Book, and made a mental note that it was there.
More significantly, we are now in the starting throes of a renovation -- the one that a department on the 18th floor decided to do without telling me or anyone else -- and nobody knows how to do things like reserve the freight elevator or arrange for early-morning access for the construction guys. The office manager for that department, who is supposed to be overseeing the process, is totally clueless. He tried to arrange for the construction supervisor to be authorised to make elevator reservations, but nobody knows who the hell the office manager is, so I had to handle it.
I reached a point this morning where I just turned to the construction supervisor and said, "Look, if you need something, ask me first, okay?" and I am now de-facto construction manager. Because nobody else knows how to do this or is willing to call the building and ask one or two questions to find out, since apparently their brains are painted on. They wrangled for days over this access thing until I finally just called my counterpart with the building and said, "This guy needs full authorization as if he were me. How do I do that?" and she said "You just did."
I would be less annoyed, because it is after all my job to know this stuff, if people didn't seem to be depending on me because they've forgotten how to ask questions. It's like they're afraid of not knowing something, so they fake it. Perhaps it's that as receptionist I'm expected to be an idiot, since what intelligent person would choose this job, but I'm not scared I'm going to get fired for asking a question. Or maybe they're just afraid of having to ask the receptionist. I don't know.
They might think I'm the office boy. Little does anyone know I am the shadow emperor and could impart the meaning of life to them if only they could think to ask.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
I love my job, but even if I didn't I might stay here out of an actual concern that leaving would put us back by years. That's not ego; it's not that I do a lot, just that I know a ton of crap that nobody else knows. I've tried to impart this wisdom to others, but nobody reads newsletters or advisories or listens to the office boy.
Just as an example, we have a new temp. As with most of our temps, she came in after the person she's filling in for had already left, so nobody trained her, and nobody supervising her knows how to train her. I've never called a courier in my life, and yet it fell to me to teach her how to call the courier, because I once grabbed that knowledge, tucked it up in the Big Book, and made a mental note that it was there.
More significantly, we are now in the starting throes of a renovation -- the one that a department on the 18th floor decided to do without telling me or anyone else -- and nobody knows how to do things like reserve the freight elevator or arrange for early-morning access for the construction guys. The office manager for that department, who is supposed to be overseeing the process, is totally clueless. He tried to arrange for the construction supervisor to be authorised to make elevator reservations, but nobody knows who the hell the office manager is, so I had to handle it.
I reached a point this morning where I just turned to the construction supervisor and said, "Look, if you need something, ask me first, okay?" and I am now de-facto construction manager. Because nobody else knows how to do this or is willing to call the building and ask one or two questions to find out, since apparently their brains are painted on. They wrangled for days over this access thing until I finally just called my counterpart with the building and said, "This guy needs full authorization as if he were me. How do I do that?" and she said "You just did."
I would be less annoyed, because it is after all my job to know this stuff, if people didn't seem to be depending on me because they've forgotten how to ask questions. It's like they're afraid of not knowing something, so they fake it. Perhaps it's that as receptionist I'm expected to be an idiot, since what intelligent person would choose this job, but I'm not scared I'm going to get fired for asking a question. Or maybe they're just afraid of having to ask the receptionist. I don't know.
They might think I'm the office boy. Little does anyone know I am the shadow emperor and could impart the meaning of life to them if only they could think to ask.
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
