Friday, July 15, 2005

One is the lonliest number

Ok, so today is suckin' ballz. I woke up this morning, refreshed and looking forward to the weekend. Corey and I are driving to Indianapolis after work to spend time with his parents. I came a' whistling into work and then noticed a new message on my phone.
Now first you must know my job. I'm a receptionist, but there are actually two of us here at the front desk. It's not really a 2 person job, but it's definately a one and a half person job, especially because we're not supposed to ever leave the desk unattended. Someone is supposed to be here during all hours of operation to answer phones, accept mail and generally be the office's bitch when needed. Because of this, I usually work from 8-4:30pm and she works 8:30-5pm, though today I was going to head out early.
So I get in and there's a message saying Jen (the other receptionist, aka Sheila McBoringass) is sick and won't be coming in. This means I have to cover for her and work until 5pm, which means not getting to Indy early and means fighting with rush hour traffic in Chicago.
What makes the situation worse is that today literally the ENTIRE office (all three floors) were invited to a Cubs game sponsored by the company . They all left at noon. Because we can't leave the front desk unattended and it wouldn't be fair to only invite one of the receptionists, neither of us were invited. So now as everyone else is gettting paid to spend time in the sun, drink and watch a ball game, I get to sit at my desk, by myself and not get to leave early. It's not even like the phones are ringing or there's really anything to do except watch my fingernails grow.

Hmmm... I need to find some havoc to wreak.

-Mo

8 comments:

Steaming bowl o' Calderone said...

Wow, that seriously blows. Of course, what the company could've done instead, was hire a temp and invite you both instead of alienating 2 employees. jags...

Corey and Mo said...

Yeah, or they could've made one of the interns sit up front, or we could've simply left a message on the outgoing mail box saying the office closed early or the few individuals who chose not to go to the game could've told those they were doing business with to call them directly and I could've left early as planned. All I did the rest of the day (when the rare phone call came in) was tranfer them into voicemail. There were many other options that would've been cooler.

-Mo

corey said...

at least you get paid decently to have a crappy job. i get paid jack for my crappy job. i'd trade with you any day.

Mo said...

I'll give you that, but at least you get to work next to someone with a decent personality, rather than with the personality of a wet noodle.

-Mo

Jen said...

Wet noodle, huh? I detest you, Monique, aka Monique McJAG. It's no picnic sitting next to you all day, either. Talking about your wedding to that Jewish guy, discussing your little improv shows...it's enough to nauseate me. The only joy you've ever brought me is when that tall, handsome guy from Kansas City came in a couple months ago to pick you up from work.

Mo said...

Which guy was that Jen? The weird, half retarded one named Josh or my lantino lover Juan?

jen said...

The retard.

Steaming bowl o' Calderone said...

Josh gets all teh play.