Not much has changed
So I was reading over where I used to post lots of rambling stuff, and discovered a post I had put up about two months ago when I first started my job here. It doesn't seem like a lot has changed...sad.
Now because I'm bored, uninspired, and feel like it, I'm going to share my words that explain exactly what I do on a pretty normal basis.
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6.30.2005
If there was an award for the most amazing receptionist, I do believe that I would win or pull a close 2nd. I mean, I'm responsible, dependable, extremely organized, efficient, and hell, funny, which isn't a well known receptionist quality, but good to have in any kind of situation.
So somebody please tell me why I’m bored 75% of the time and no one wants to delegate work to me? (well, aside from The Man, but that's a different post all together.) Huh? For the 25% of the time that I am actually busy and have work to do, I'm really happy. I'm sending things off to FedEx, organizing the conference room, scheduling meetings, transferring calls, ordering supplies (now that I have my new nifty Staples account), faxing things to different people, and doing whatever C, asks me to do. I'm good. I'm quick. Say I'm impatient, but if these people don't give me something steady and productive to do during the day, I just might explode.
All I keep hearing from different people is, "don't worry, you'll get work soon," and "Sam doesn't realize it yet, but she's about to be really busy."
When? When am I going to be busy? Somebody please fucking clue me in, because this is not okay. I came on this job under the impression that I was going to stay busy. It was a great opportunity for my education and I was going to learn so many new things. So far I've learned how to work our semi-complicated phone system and that's about it. I thought I was going to have things to do. Work was going to be flying at me in all sorts of directions and I was just going to tackle it all head on and show everyone just how kick ass I can be. Has that happened yet? I'm afraid not. Now at the end of the day, I'm just so tired from doing nothing, and even though I knew it was possible, I was really hoping that it wouldn't be the case.
Of course, going to Popeye's doesn't help me any. They do have some kind of sleeping potion in that chicken.
On the upside, I have gotten WAY better at learning everyone's name. They have slowly realized that, WOW, we do exist down here on the 3rd floor. Who would have thought? My desk area is almost complete, and we should be getting the rest of our furniture by the end of the month. Until then, I'm just filling up space with more and more supplies. Staples has become my new favorite store in the world. Target will always and forever remain number one though. I didn't know that our contract was so poor, so they're being a bit scarce with what we can and cannot buy. I understand, but having to roll chairs into the conference room from our unclassified computer lab because there just isn't enough to go around, has become a real pain in the ass for me. Not only that, when we first moved in, our printer sat on top of two trash cans flipped upside down because we couldn't find a table for it to sit on.
When I'm not doing the few things that C asks me to do or chained behind my desk, I'm usually catching up on my blogs or talking to Em. Em and I have moved past the casual conversations and have become...well...working gal pals. It's way better than not having anyone to talk to at all.
I suppose I should probably get back to doing something. C did ask me to scope out some picture frames. That should take up at least twenty minutes of my life. Tomorrow should be better for me. It's Friday and they're throwing R (HR guy) a farewell party. He's going back to headquarters in Florida. The only reason why I'm going? Two words: Free. Lunch.
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It turned out that it wasn't a free lunch. I had to pay for what I bought, which was a grotty hamburger. Oh, and we still don't have enough furniture downstairs. I like what Bart said..."It's just B.Y.O.C. in the conference room. Bring Your Own Chair."
I cannot wait until my suffering ends.