receptionist wars

I complain about the receptionist at work. I can't stand her. She doesn't do her job and she argues with everyone over everything (including the boss). Not only do I want her fired, I want her fired out of a cannon into the sun.

To relieve some of this irritation, I have decided to let it all out into the blog world. No more bottling it in for poor Craig to hear about when I get home. Now all of you get to hear about it. I'm not even going to post it on True Employee Confessions, because I don't want it to be anonymous (or another mouse). I don't care who knows how miserable my workdays are because of this woman.

Some examples of how this woman inspires violence:

r: Your voice is getting better! Have you been drinking a lot of tea?
des: Yes, today I've 8 cups so far.
r: Oh. I hate tea.
(Then why bring it up?)

des: Brrr! I'm going to start wearing my coat when I go get the mail.
r: Don't you have a sweater?
des: This is a sweater. (a thick knit turtleneck I can only wear on the coldest days)
r: No, that's a blouse.
des: No, it's a sweater. It's just that it's 10 degrees outside, so I need a coat too.

des: Oh, next time can you do that this way (the correct way)?
r: This is the way I was taught to do it, and the way I've always done it.
des: That's not true, because I've worked here much longer than you and it was never done this way until you came. Hence, you are doing it wrong.

And so on.

Thus begins my featured installements on the Receptionist Wars, to be continued whenever I feel the need to vent.

Stay tuned....