recap

So since my last post I have played Receptionist. It was only for 2 & 1/2 hours, but it was the longest, mind numbing worst time ever.

I made it very clear that I was not having fun. I made a point to do as little work as possible. This was surprisingly easy, because even though R's computer was magically turned into mine via remote access so I could work (the other fake receptionists didn't even get that), there were still 10,000 things I couldn't do unless I was at my desk with all my files and my radio and my printer.

I played solitaire at one point, not bothering to hide it when people walked by. Nobody asked me about it.

However, I did answer the phone quickly and politely, which is something R has never done.

After work a coworker and I were in the bathroom at the same time. This is the only person in the office that I might consider keeping in contact with when I leave, so I talk to her. Here was our convo:

Her: Did you have fun today? (mockingly)
me: No. I hated it and I'm not doing it again. I have too much work to do for me to be the receptionist as well.
her: Exactly! I wasn't hired as a fucking receptionist, and I made the mistake once of showing them that I know how a phone works.
me: Why don't any of the guys do it?
her: Oh don't get me started! There are a few guys here that spend all day on the phone because they're customer service, but they can't answer the front desk!
me: I'm not even customer service and they made me do it!
her: Well the two ladies that used to be in accounting before you came along used to loved to answer the phone, so President assumes you do too.
me: Well they don't work here anymore. And I won't soon either if they keep this crap up.
her: You know what they need to do? Hire a new fucking receptionist because she's a fucking nightmare!
me: Lord, don't I know it.

So it's clear that I am not the only one that hates R, or the sexism, or having to do other people's jobs even though that's not what they're paid for. I left work with a splitting headache (which is exactly why I have Vivaldi's 4 Seasons on my ipod) and I didn't go to the gym. Now I'm going to eat some mac & cheese and curl up and watch The Simpsons until Craig comes home, drunk on having completed his 2nd year of law school (and beer).

But tomorrow, if they ask* me to cover for R again, I will tell them what I have told all of you. What are they gonna do, fire me? Gee, that's good business sense. And I wouldn't even care, because I'd have a lawsuit. Plus I wouldn't have to go to work anymore, and that would be the best. I stand by my principles, dammit.



*Incidentally, they didn't "ask" me today either. They ordered it.